He rubbed his eyes.
Before he had voiced his emotions we had passed on.
"I have seen a horse-coper do as much for a stallion," I commented.

"I know there are words that have certain effects.

But you shouldn't play pranks like the low-comedy devil in Faustus." "It isn't good form, I suppose ?" she sneered.
"It's a matter of feeling," I said, hotly, "the poor fellow has lost his beer." "What's that to me ?" she commented, with the air of one affording a concrete illustration.
"It's a good deal to him," I answered.
"But what to me ?" I said nothing.

She ceased her exposition immediately afterward, growing silent as suddenly as she had become discoursive.

It was rather as if she had learnt a speech by heart and had come to the end of it.