It was allusive, contradictory (a thing pleasing to women), respectful yet playful, bold yet reverential.

Many a time I have longed for Clovelly's tongue.

Unfortunately for me, I learned some of his methods without his art; and of this I am occasionally reminded at this day.

A man like Clovelly is dangerous as a rival when he is not in earnest; when he IS in earnest, it becomes a lonely time for the other man--unless the girl is perverse.
I left the two together, and moved about the deck, trying to think closely about Roscoe's case, and to drive Clovelly's invasion from my mind.

I succeeded, and was only roused by Mrs.Falchion's voice beside me.
"Does he suffer much ?" she murmured.
When answered, she asked nervously how he looked--it was impossible that she should consider misery without shrinking.