I know Miss Elvan, and--" He paused, as if musing on a thought.
"And what ?" asked Franks impatiently.
"Nothing--except that I like her better than I used to." As he spoke, he stood up.
"Well, I can't stay.

It's raining like the devil.

I wanted to know whether you'd done anything decisive, that's all." "I'll let you know when I do," answered Franks, suppressing a yawn.
"Good-night, old man." For a fortnight, Warburton led his wonted life, shut off as usual from the outer world.

About this time, Allchin began to observe with anxiety the change in his master's aspect and general behaviour.
"I'm afraid you're not feeling quite yourself, sir," he said at closing time one night.

"I've noticed lately you don't seem quite well." "Have you?
Well, perhaps you are right.