Your hands and skin are like a ploughboy's.

And, d--n it all, you're my elder brother! I've got to introduce you to my friends as the head of the De la Bornes, and practically their host.

No wonder I don't like it!" There was a moment's silence.

If his words hurt, Andrew made no sign.
With a shrug of the shoulders he turned towards the staircase.
"There is no reason," he remarked, carelessly enough, "why I should inflict the humiliation of my presence on you or on your friends.

I am going down to the Island.