The law of trespass ought to have operated; a man's liable for the damage done by his own live-stock." "That's a brutal way of talking," said somebody.

And the subject was closed with the entrance of Agatha in white flannels on her way to the squash court where she had an appointment with Quarrier.
"A strange girl," said somebody after she had disappeared with Quarrier.
"That pallor is stunning," said a big, ruddy youth, with sunburn on his neck and forehead.
"It isn't healthy," said Fleetwood.
"It attracts me," persisted the ruddy young man, voicing naively that curious truth concerning the attraction that disease so often exerts on health--the strange curiosity the normal has for the sub-normal--that fascination of the wholesome for the unhealthy.

It is, perhaps, more curiosity than anything, unless, deep hidden under the normal, there lie one single, perverted nerve.
Sylvia, passing the hall, glanced in through the gun-room door with an absentminded smile at the men and their laughing greeting, as they rose with uplifted glasses to salute her.
"The sweetest of all," observed a man, disconsolately emptying his glass.

"Oh irony! What a marriage!" "Do you know any girl who would not change places with her ?" asked another.
Every man there insisted that he knew one girl at least who would not exchange Sylvia's future for her own.

That was very nice of them; it is to be hoped they believed it.