There was a silence; rain pattered on the tiles.
"I'll think about it," Dyce replied at length, moving and speaking uneasily.

"It's raining quite hard, you know," he added, moving into the doorway.

"The roads will be no good after this." "No.

We had better go in," said Constance, with sudden return to dry, curt speech.
It was evident that, in his anomalous situation, Lashmar's method with women could not have fair play.

He was in no small degree beholden to Constance, and her odd behaviour of late kept him in mind of his obligation.