He hurriedly lit a cigar.

"Any inference I should make must be purely hypothetical." "Yes, we'll ask Robert.

Come, Pettifer!" cried Mr.Hazlewood.

"Let us have your opinion." Robert Pettifer came reluctantly down from his corner.
"Well, if you insist, I think they were very friendly." "Ah!" cried Hazlewood in triumph.

"Being friends is one thing, Margaret.
Marrying is another." Mrs.Pettifer shook her head over her brother with a most aggravating pity.
"Dick said a shrewd thing the other day to me, Harold." Mr.Hazlewood looked doubtfully at his sister.
"I am sure of it," he answered, but he was careful not to ask for any repetition of the shrewd remark.