Mrs.Palgrave left for Boston yesterday on account of hillness in the family, miss." There was an awkward and appalled silence.

Little did the man suspect the kind of blow that his statement contained.
Joan darted an agonized look at Martin.
"But Mr.Palgrave is at 'ome, miss." And that galvanized the boy into action.

He had met Gilbert Palgrave out hunting.

He had seen the impertinent, cocksure way in which he ran his eyes over women.

He clutched the handle of the case and said: "That's all right, thanks.