Hungerford had a fashion of looking at me searchingly from under his heavy brows, and I saw that he did so now with impatience, perhaps contempt.

I was certain that he longed to thrash me.

That was his idea of punishment and penalty.

He linked his arm in those of the other two men, and they moved on, Colonel Ryder saying that he would keep the story till I came and would wait in the smoking-room for me.
The concert was still on when I sat down beside Mrs.Falchion.

"You seemed to enjoy Miss Treherne's singing ?" she said cordially enough as she folded her hands in her lap.
"Yes, I thought it beautiful.