I hope you will all be very kind to me.
Have you made a note of Number Ten, Molly--I mean, Miss Erle?
No?
But you will, though.

Ah! Thanks, awfully! Here comes Fisher! I wish you would persuade him to do Guildford Dudley.

I can't." He bounced off the rail and departed, laughing.
Molly looked after him with slight disapprobation on her pretty face.

He was such a thoroughly nice boy.

She wished with almost unreasonable intensity that he possessed more of that sterling quality, solidity, for which his travelling companion, Fisher, was chiefly noteworthy.
Captain Fisher approached them with a casual air as if he had drifted their way by accident.