It will make you as fresh as a lark again, and then we'll send out for the eatables, and have a quiet chat." Elsley did not say no.

Thurnall took the thing as a matter of course, and he was too weak and tired to argue with him.

Beside, there was a sort of relief in the company of a man who, though he knew all, chatted on to him cheerily and quietly, as if nothing had happened; who at least treated him as a sane man.

From any one else he would have shrunk, lest they should find him out: but a companion, who knew the worst, at least saved him suspicion and dread.
His weakness, now that the collapse after passion had come on, clung to any human friend.

The very sound of Tom's clear sturdy voice seemed pleasant to him, after long solitude and silence.