There was no need at all to offer Finlay one of the Reverend Grant's cigars.

Propitiation must indeed be desired when the incense is abhorred.

But Finlay declined to smoke.
The Doctor, with his hands buried deep in his trousers pockets, where something metallic clinked in them, began to pace and turn.

His mouth had the set it wore when he handled a difficult motion in the General Assembly.
"I'm surprised to hear that, Finlay; though it may be well not to be surprised at what a woman will say--or won't say." "Surprised ?" said the younger man confusedly.

"Why should anyone be surprised ?" "I know her well.