He wanted to comfort her, and yet hated the atmosphere of emotion that he felt in himself as well as in her.

They ought to know, he argued, that the least little thing would make him break down like an ass and behave as no man should, and yet they were doing everything....

Oh, if only Tom were here! Then, at any rate, would be brutal common-sense.

There were special meals for him during this fortnight, and an eager inviting of his opinion as to how the days should be spent.

On the last night of all they were to go to the theatre--a real play this time, none of your pantomime! There was, moreover, all the business of clothes--fine, rich, stiff new garments--a new Eton jacket, a round black coat, a shining bowler-hat, new boots.