He had an Englishman's horror of putting into speech those things which we all think, while only Frenchmen and Italians say them.

The Spaniards are not so bad, and Victor Durnovo had enough of their blood in him to say no more.
It did not seem to occur to any of them that the only person whose individuality was still veiled happened to be Jack Meredith.

He alone had said nothing, had imparted no confidence.

He it was who spake first, after a proper period of silence.

He was too much of an adept to betray haste, and thus admit his debt of mutual confidence.
"It seems to me," he said, "that we have all the technicalities arranged now.