She always went straight to the point--unless restrained by Jack.
"Oh, it's quite early yet," she said, wholly missing the appeal in the girl's low-spoken words.

"What have you two been doing?
Moonshining ?" Fletcher looked as contemptuous as his immobile countenance would allow, and sat down by his untouched drink without a word.
But it took more than a look to repress Adela.

She laughed aloud.

"Does that mean I am to draw my own conclusions, Mr.Hill?
Would you like me to tell you what they are ?" "Not for my amusement," said Hill, dryly.

"Where did you get this whisky from, Jack?
I hope it's a legal brand." "I hope it is," agreed Jack.