Yet, in his unconscious features there was now a certain simplicity almost engaging, which awake, he seemed to lack; as though latent somewhere within him were qualities which chance might germinate into nobler growth.

But chance, alone, is a poor gardener.
Hamil passing the corridor as the valet, carrying a tray, opened Malcourt's door, glanced in at him; and Malcourt awoke at the same moment, and sat bolt upright.
"Hello, Hamil!" he nodded sleepily, "come in, old fellow!" And, to the valet: "No breakfast for me, thank you--except grape-fruit!--unless you've brought me a cuckootail?
Yes?
No?
Stung! Never mind; just hand me a cigarette and take away the tray.

It's a case of being a very naughty boy, Hamil.

How are you anyway, and what did you shoot ?" Hamil greeted him briefly, but did not seem inclined to enter or converse.
Malcourt yawned, glanced at the grape-fruit, then affably at Hamil.
"I say," he began, "hope you'll overlook my rotten behaviour last time we met.

I'd been dining at random, and I'm usually a brute when I do that." "Oh, it's all right," said Hamil, looking at the row of tiny Chinese idols on the mantel.
"No rancour ?" "No.