Indeed, I don't believe there is really anything the matter with you--you are walking with the same old careless saunter.

Mr.Plank," as they arrived and seated themselves, "Mr.
Siward has just admitted that he uses crutches only because they are ornamental.

Leila, isn't this air delicious?
All sorts of people, too, aren't there, Mr.Plank?
Such curious-looking women, some of them--quite pretty, too, in a certain way.

Are you hungry, St--Mr.Siward ?" "Are you, St--Mr.Siward ?" mimicked Leila promptly.
"I am," said Siward, laughing at Sylvia's significant colour and noting Plank's direct gaze as the waiter filled Leila's slender-stemmed glass.
And "nothing but Apollinaris," he said coolly, as the waiter approached him; but though his voice was easy enough, a dull patch of colour came out under the cheek-bones.
"That is all I care for, either," said Sylvia with elaborate carelessness.
Plank and Leila immediately began to make conversation.

Siward, his eyes bent on the glass of mineral water at his elbow, looked up in silence at Sylvia questioningly.
There was something in her face he did not quite comprehend.