Without it life is flat and dead.

It's what atmosphere is to a picture." "And onions to a stew," said Barney Bill.
"Quite right," said Rowlatt.

"Paul, my boy, I think after all you'd better stick to Mr.-- ?" "Barney Bill, sir, at your service.

And, if you want a comfortable chair, or an elegant mat, or a hearth brush at a ridiculous cheap price"-- he waved toward the van.

Rowlatt turned his head and, laughing, looked into the twinkling black eyes.