Four days from imperial shore to shore! That should incorporate us--that should bring them out and take us home." The Doctor had not taken a seat himself, but was pacing the study, his thumbs in his waistcoat pockets; and a touch of embarrassment seemed added to the inveterate habit.
"I hear the ladies had pleasant weather." Finlay remarked.
"Capital--capital! You won't smoke?
I know nothing about these cigars; they're some Grant left behind him--a chimney, that man Grant.

Well, Finlay"-- he threw himself into the arm-chair on the other side of the hearth--"I don't know what to say to you." "Surely," said Finlay restively, "it has all been said, sir." "No, it has not all been said," Dr Drummond retorted.

"No, it has not.

There's more to be said, and you must hear it, Finlay, with such patience as you have.

But I speak the truth when I say that I don't know how to begin." The young man gave him opportunity, gazing silently into the fire.
He was hardly aware that Dr Drummond had again left his seat when he started violently at a clap on the shoulder.
"Finlay!" exclaimed the Doctor.