He told the tale, too, with all possible whimsical lightness of touch, and immediately at its conclusion he changed the subject.

But that he had not failed utterly in his design was evidenced a few days later when Bertram grimly declared that he guessed _his_ tiger skin was a lively beast, all right.
The first time Arkwright went home with Bertram, his presence was almost a necessity.

Bertram was not quite himself that night.

Billy admitted them.

She had plainly been watching and waiting.