His features were impassive.
"It concerns Lilian, of course," Quarrier pursued, when he had taken a few puffs less composedly than hitherto.

"I am telling the story without her leave, but--well, in a way, as I said, the necessity is forced upon me.

I can't help doing many things just now that I should avoid if I had my choice.

I have undertaken to fight society by stratagem.

For my own part, I would rather deal it a plain blow in the face, and bid it do its worst; but"-- --He waved his hand.
Glazzard murmured and nodded comprehension.
"I'll go back to the beginning.