"But my game leg's given out to-day, so you must forgive me." Sara's glance swept his face with quick sympathy.
"You oughtn't to be at the 'party' at all," she said.

"You look far too tired to be bothered with a parcel of chattering women." He smiled.
"Do you know," he whispered humorously, "that, although you're quite the four nicest women I know, the shameful truth is that I'm really here on behalf of the one man! I met him yesterday in the town and booked him for this afternoon, and, having at last dislodged him from his lone pinnacle, I hadn't the heart to leave him unsupported." "No.

I'm glad you dug him out, Miles.

It was clever of you." "It will give Monkshaven something to talk about, anyway"-- whimsically.
"I suppose"-- the toe of Sara's narrow foot was busily tracing a pattern on the carpet--"I suppose you don't know why he shuts himself up like that at Far End ?" "No, I don't," he answered.

"But I'd wager it's for some better reason than people give him credit for.