It cannot be such a bad place or you wouldn't be taking your sister there.

May I ask what is your object in going to Manila ?" Hugh turned red in the face and stooped over to flick an imaginary particle of dust from his trousers' leg.

There was but one object in their going and he had not dreamed of being asked what it was.

He could not be employed forever in brushing away that speck, and yet he could not, to save his life, construct an answer to Veath's question.

In the midst of his despair a sudden resolution came, and he looked up, his lips twitching with suppressed laughter.
"We are going as missionaries." He almost laughed aloud at the expression on Veath's face.