His voice was of too low a pitch to make itself carry when these two spoke in their full tones.

He shrank into his shell.

Had he not realized, in his sensitive way, that without him as a watchdog--ineffectual spaniel that he was--Zora would not accept Clem Sypher's invitation, he would have excused himself from the drive.

He differentiated, not conceitedly, between Clem Sypher and himself.

She had driven alone with him on her first night at Monte Carlo.