"You're horridly smooth and fat, Louis." Malcourt turned to Hamil.
"Glad to see you've emerged from your shell at last.

The rumour is that you're working too hard." "There's no similar rumour concerning you," observed Cecile, who had never made any pretence of liking Malcourt.

"Please swim out to sea, if you've nothing more interesting to tell us.

I've just managed to decoy Mr.Hamil here and I'd like to converse with him in peace." Malcourt, arms folded, balanced himself easily on the raft's pitching edge and glanced at her with that amiably bored expression characteristic of him when rebuffed by a woman.

On such occasions his eyes resembled the half-closed orbs of a teased but patient cat; and Cecile had once told him so.
"There's a pretty rumour afloat concerning your last night's performance at the Beach Club," said the girl disdainfully.