His old domineering, impetuous playfellow was infinitely easier to understand.

He did not feel at ease with this quiet, white-faced woman, who treated him with such wholly unaccustomed courtesy.
"I say," he said, when the meal was ended, "let's go upstairs and have a smoke.

I can clear away after you have gone to bed.

Or do you want to go to bed now?
It's nearly nine, so you may if you like." She thanked him, and declined.
"I shouldn't sleep if I did," she said with a shiver.

"No; I will help you wash up, and then we will go upstairs and have some music." Jerry fell in eagerly with this idea.