For a man of decision, Mutimer was getting strangely remote from practical roads.
'I shall live as I like,' observed 'Arry, thrusting out his legs and bending his body forward, a combination of movements which, I know not why, especially suggests dissoluteness.
Richard gave up the contest for the present, and went in silence from the room.

As he joined his mother and sister they suddenly ceased talking.
'Don't cook anything for me,' he said, remaining near the door.

'I'm going out.' 'But you must have something to eat,' protested his mother.

'See'-- she rose hastily--'I'll get a chop done at once.' 'I couldn't eat it if you did.

I dare say you've got some cold meat.
Leave it out for me; I don't know what time I shall get back.' 'You're very unkind, Dick,' here remarked Alice, who wore a mutinous look.