'About the profession ?' A stream of colour shot over Rose's face.

Her eyes flew nervously from Laxley to Evan, and then to Drummond.

Laxley appeared pleased as a man who has made a witty sally: Evan was outwardly calm, while Drummond replied to the mute appeal of Rose, by saying: 'Yes; we've all lost.

But who could hit it?
The lady admits no sovereign in our sex.' 'So you've been betting about me ?' said Aunt Bel.

'I 'll settle the dispute.