Aaron, with a subdued snarl, got between him and the door.
"I was wondering, merely," Tommy said, pointing pleasantly to something on the dresser, "why one of them wore the doctor's hat." "I forgot; he's there, too," Aaron said promptly; but he looked at Tommy with misgivings.

They sat down to their game.
"You begin," said Tommy; "you're black." And Aaron opened with the Double Corner; but so preoccupied was he that it became a variation of the Ayrshire lassie, without his knowing.

His suspicions had to find vent in words: "You dinna speir wha the women-folk are ?" "No." "Do you think I'm just pretending they're there ?" Aaron asked apprehensively.
"Not at all," said Tommy, with much politeness, "but I thought you might be mistaken." He could have "blown" Aaron immediately thereafter, but, with great consideration, forbore.

The old man was so troubled that he could not lift a king without its falling in two.

His sleeve got in the way of his fingers.