Mr.
Jacobi turned round at the sound.
"Come, Leah," he said impatiently; "the horses are tired of standing, and I want my luncheon." Miss Jacobi bowed in rather a hurried fashion and at once rejoined her brother.

Malcolm looked after the mail phaeton as it dashed down the road, but he made no response as Mr.Jacobi waved his whip to him in an airy fashion.
"Well, Mr.Herrick," said Mrs.Godfrey quietly, "I suppose I may ask your opinion now ?" "I do not think I am anxious for a further acquaintance," returned Malcolm grimly.

"The big M's are too much in evidence for my taste.

I suppose I am a bit of a misanthrope, but I hate to be hail-fellow-well-met with every one.

Why, that fellow Jacobi actually patronised me, patted me on the back, don't you know.