For the time being it seemed as if he had forgotten the terrible catastrophe overhanging him.
"If I hadn't known Cameron for three years," replied Dunn slowly, "I would say offhand that this thing would be impossible to him; but you see you never know what a man in drink will do.

Cameron can carry a bottle of Scotch without a stagger, but of course it knocks his head all to pieces.

I mean, he is quite incapable of anything like clear thought." "It is truly terrible," said Miss Brodie.

"I wish I had known yesterday, but those men have spoilt it all.

But here's 'Lily' Laughton," she continued hurriedly, "coming for his dance." As she spoke a youth of willowy figure, languishing dark eyes and ladylike manner drew near.
"Well, here you are at last! What a hunt I have had! I am quite exhausted, I assure you," cried the youth, fanning himself with his handkerchief.