Then she turned coldly away.
"Come, Victor," she said.
But Victor was his own blase self.

It took more than a trifle to shake his calm.

He laughed.
"It's the humorist," he repeated.

"Reuben, how are you ?" Colton regarded the three of us with amazement.
"What ?" he began.

"Mabel, do you--" But I had recovered my powers of locomotion.