He even wondered to me: 'Fancy Mrs.Davidson making a fuss to that extent.
She didn't seem to me the sort of woman that would know how to make a fuss about anything.' "I wondered, too--but not so much.

That bumpy forehead--eh?
I had always suspected her of being silly.

And I observed that Davidson must have been vexed by this display of wifely anxiety.
"My friend said: 'No.

He seemed rather touched and distressed.

There really was no one he could ask to relieve him; mainly because he intended to make a call in some God-forsaken creek, to look up a fellow of the name of Bamtz who apparently had settled there.' "And again my friend wondered.