She had a look as good as handsome when she kindled.
The captain persevered to draw his cousin out.
'Your chief has his orders ?' 'There's a rumour to that effect.' 'The fellow's training for diplomacy,' Con groaned.
Philip spoke to Miss Mattock: he was questioned and he answered, and answered dead as a newspaper telegraphic paragraph, presenting simply the corpse of the fact, and there an end.

He was a rival of Arthur Adister for military brevity.
'Your nephew is quite the diplomatist,' said Mrs.Dyke, admiring Philip's head.
'Cousin, ma'am.

Nephews I might drive to any market to make the most of them.

Cousins pretend they're better than pigs, and diverge bounding from the road at the hint of the stick.

You can't get them to grunt more than is exactly agreeable to them.' 'My belief is that if our cause is just our flag will triumph,' Miss Grace Barrow, Jane Mattock's fellow-worker and particular friend, observed to Dr.Forbery.
'You may be enjoying an original blessing that we in Ireland missed in the cradle,' said he.
She emphasised: 'I speak of the just cause; it must succeed.' 'The stainless flag'll be in the ascendant in the long run,' he assented.
'Is it the flag of Great Britain you're speaking of, Forbery ?' the captain inquired.
'There's a harp or two in it,' he responded pacifically.
Mrs.Dyke was not pleased with the tone.