A more unromantic figure than Hamilton Fynes never breathed.

Call him a crank and you've finished with him." Penelope sighed once more and looked at the tips of her patent shoes.
"It has been so kind of you," she murmured, "to talk to us.

And yet, do you know, I am a little disappointed.

I was hoping that you might have been able to tell us something more about the poor fellow." "He was no talker," Mr.Coulson declared.

"It was little enough he had to say to me, and less to any one else." "It seems strange," she remarked innocently, "that he should have been so shy.