There was a pause at the table; nobody spoke.

The doctor saw condemnation of his rudeness expressed in his wife's face.
He made a rough apology to Mountjoy, who was still preoccupied.

"No offence, I hope?
It's in the nature of me, sir, to speak my mind.

If I could fawn and flatter, I should have got on better in my profession.
I'm what they call a rough diamond.

No, offence, I say ?" "None whatever, Mr.Vimpany." "That's right! Try another glass of sherry." Mountjoy took the sherry.
Iris looked at him, lost in surprise.