The hint of dissipation it had worn was not so marked, for she had some power over him and used it well, but she thought he had been indulging.

There was, however, no use in getting angry with Bob.
"You were at Wilkinson's again," she said.

"You promised you'd stop off going there.

I suppose he set up the whisky!" "I didn't take much.

It wasn't good whisky; not like ours.