And as for publicity--or the reverse, hiding your light under a bushel--any fool can remain anonymous." Sir Anthony nodded at me, rubbed his hands, and turned to his wife.
"That's just what I was saying, Edith." "My dear, that is just what I was trying to make you understand." Neither of the two dear things had said, or given the other to understand, anything of the kind.

But you see they had come in their own quaint married way to an agreement and were now receptive of commonsense.
"The motor ambulance is a sound idea," said Sir Anthony, rubbing his chin between thumb and forefinger.
"So is the hospital train," said Lady Fenimore.
What an idiot I was to suggest these alternatives! I looked at my watch.

It was getting late.

Hosea, like a silly child, is afraid of the dark.

He just stands still and shivers at the night, and the more he is belaboured the more he shivers, standing stock-still with ears thrown back and front legs thrown forward.