Then suddenly: "My hat! You two are fond of darkness! It gives me the creeps.
Do you mind, Lola, if I turn on the light ?" He marched in his young way across to the switches and set the room in the blaze he loved.

My crick of the conscience was followed by an impulse of resentment.

He took it for granted that his will was law in the house.

He swaggered around the room with a proprietary air.

He threw in the casual "Lola" as if he owned her.