And now he still met you with the twinkle in his small blue eyes, but there was a calculating light behind it, as if he were measuring his forces against yours.

And you were sorry for him in spite of yourself.

With the spirit of the soldier of Fortune, Tyson had the nerves and temper of her spoilt child.

He had made an open bid for popularity and failed, and it was positively painful to see him writhing under the consciousness of his failure.
And the cause of it all was Mrs.Nevill Tyson.

Yet he was proud of her still; proud even of the notoriety which was a tribute to her beauty.