Between a lady and an unfortunate young woman, there seemed to be a strong distinction, in the minds of the company.
The chairman was the most affected by the communication.

His bushy eyebrows frowned at Evan, and he began tugging at the brass buttons of his coat, like one preparing to arm for a conflict.
'Speak out, sir, if you please,' he said.

'Above board--no asides--no taking advantages.

You want me to give up my bed-room for the use of your young woman, sir ?' Evan replied quietly: 'She is a stranger to me; and if you could see her, sir, and know her situation, I think she would move your pity.' 'I don't doubt it, sir--I don't doubt it,' returned the chairman.

'They all move our pity.