"The fact of it is, the last person I expected to find here was Peter Phipps.

I forgot that your husband was connected with his company." "You two are not friends ?" she suggested.
"We are bitter enemies," Wingate confessed, "and shall be till one of us goes down.

We are a very terrible example of the evils of this age of restraint.

In more primitive days we should have gone for one another's throats.

One would have lived and the other died.