A gush of steam like this should follow every turn of the knife.

But there! I am spoiling every bit by talking so." "Is that any fault of mine ?" asked Sir Montague, in a tone which made me look at him.

The voice was not harsh, nor rough, nor unpleasant, yet it gave me the idea that it could be all three, and worse than all three, upon occasion.

So I looked at him, which I had refrained from doing, to see whether his face confirmed that idea.

To the best of my perception, it did not.