Why not ?" "I don't know," Valentine said, hesitatingly.
"What objection could there possibly be ?" "None, of course--none.

I simply had a quite unreasonable feeling that I wished you hadn't.

That is all." And then Valentine relapsed into silence, the silence some men keep when they are needlessly, uselessly irritated.

The mention of Marr's name had effected him oddly.

He now felt a perverse desire not to sit, not comply with the rather impertinent prediction of this dark-featured prophet whom he had never seen.