"Sometimes I try to make myself believe that it isn't, that it's all fancy, that she never could be so inhuman, and yet how else is it to be explained?
You can't go behind the evidence; you can't make things different simply by saying that you will not believe." He stirred his tea nervously, gulped down a couple of mouthfuls of it, and then set the cup aside.

"I can't enjoy anything; it takes the savour out of everything when I think of it," he added, with a note of pathos in his voice.

"My dad, my dear, bully old dad, the best and dearest old boy in all the world! I suppose, Mr.Headland, that Mr.
Narkom has told you something about the case ?" "A little--a very little indeed.

I know that your father went to Java, and married a second wife there; and I know, too, that you yourself were rather taken with the lady at one time, and that she threw you over as soon as Mr.Bawdrey senior became a possibility." "That's a mistake," he replied.

"She never threw me over, Mr.Headland; she never had the chance.