Besides, you would want to ask questions of Coddy, and that would upset the little man's equilibrium.

No! Go to bed and have a good night's rest, and we'll talk it over in the morning.

I wonder what my curtains are like?
If ever there's a place in this world for mosquitoes, it's Singapore, and I thought Calcutta was bad enough." Having no desire to waste time in discussing the various capabilities of this noxious insect, Hayle bade the other good-night, and, when he had visited the bar and had smoked another cigar, disappeared in the direction of his own apartment.
Meanwhile Mr.Kitwater, for such was the name of the gentleman he had just left, had begun his preparations for the night, vigorously cursing the mosquitoes as he did so.

He was a fine-looking man, with a powerful, though somewhat humorous cast of countenance.

His eyes were large, and not unkindly.