It is just as well that we have come to this understanding.

If you--" Pine's speech was ended by a sharp fit of coughing, and Silver looked at his contortions with a thin-lipped smile.
"You'll kill yourself if you live this damp colonial sort of tent-life," was his observation.

"Here, take a drink of water." Pine did so, and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his rough coat.
"You're a Gorgio," he said, weakly, for the fit had shaken him, "and can't understand how a bred and born Romany longs for the smell of the smoke, the space of the open country, and the sound of the kalo jib.
However, I did not ask you here to discuss these things, but to take my instructions." "About Lady Agnes ?" asked the secretary, his eyes scintillating.
"You have had those long ago, although, trusting my wife as I do, there was really no need for me to ask you to watch her." "That is very true.

Lady Agnes is exceedingly circumspect." "Is she happy ?" Silver lifted his shoulders.

"As happy as a woman can be who is married to one man while she loves another." He expected an outburst of anger from his employer, but none came.