He had in fact by his retreat--and but too sensibly--left them there with a deal of midnight company.

If one of these presences was the mystery he had himself mixed the manner of our young men showed a due expectation of the others.

Mitchy, on hearing how little Vanderbank "cared," only kept up a while longer that observant revolution in which he had spent much of his day, to which any fresh sense of any exhibition always promptly committed him, and which, had it not been controlled by infinite tact, might have affected the nerves of those in whom enjoyment was less rotary.

He was silent long enough to suggest his fearing that almost anything he might say would appear too allusive; then at last once more he took his risk.

"Awfully jolly old place!" "It is indeed," Van only said; but his posture in the large chair he had pushed toward the open window was of itself almost an opinion.
The August night was hot and the air that came in charged and sweet.
Vanderbank smoked with his face to the dusky garden and the dim stars; at the end of a few moments more of which he glanced round.