She is, however, a mere child--a mere child.

I have seen the leaves of the family tree wither and drop off one by one." The host then stiffly rose, and formally said, "Let us go in!" "You are good for a score of years yet," jovially remarked Major Hawke, as he gazed at the well-preserved outer man of his uneasy entertainer.
"The harpoon is deeply fixed in the old whale," mused Hawke, as he followed Hugh Johnstone.

"He begins to flounder now." Conscious of the mental alarm which Hugh Johnstone could not altogether conceal, Major Hawke had simply bowed, in his grand manner, when the host presented his guest to Mademoiselle Delande.

"I will let the old beggar lead out," mused Hawke.

"This royal spread is an excuse for any amount of silence." And the Anglo-Indian renegade gazed admiringly at the thousand and one adjuncts of a blended English comfort and Indian luxury.
"Ever been in Geneva ?" suddenly demanded Hugh Johnstone, with a glance at his two companions.
"He's an uneasy old devil.