Instantly the flow of his blood was again turbid; he felt an inclination to fling out some ill-mannered remark.
"You must come in contact with all kinds of odd people in a place like this." "One or two are certainly odd," was the reply, in a gentle tone; "but most of them are very pleasant to be with occasionally.

Naturally we see more of the Bradshaws than of any one else.

There's a family named Denyer--a lady with three daughters; I don't think you would dislike them.

Mr.Marsh is their intimate friend." It was all but as though she pleaded against a mistaken judgment which troubled her.

To Mallard she had spoken of her fellow-boarders in quite a different way, with merry though kindly criticism, or in the strain of generous idealization which so often marked her language.
"Do you know anything of his work ?" Elgar pursued.
"I have seen a few of his water-colour drawings." "He showed you them ?" "No; one of the Miss Denyers did.