He had not the glib tongue of Gavan Blake, and he felt little at ease talking common-places.

Mary Grant thought he must be worried over something, and, with her usual directness, went to the point.
"You are worrying over something," she said.

"What is it ?" "Oh, no; nothing." "It is not because I asked Mr.Blake here, is it ?" "Oh no! Goodness, no! Why, he is fifty times better than most of the people that come here.

It just happens we had never asked him before.

I think he is a very nice fellow." "I'm glad of that.