"Nonsense!" she said, and abruptly left him to take a seat beside Katherine Rodney.

He found small comfort in the whisperings and titterings that came, willy-nilly, to his burning ears from the corner of the compartment.

He had a disquieting impression that they were discussing him; it was forced in upon him that being a brother-in-law is not an enviable occupation.
"Wot ?" he asked, almost fiercely, after the insistent Freddie had thrice repeated a question.
"I say, will you have a cigaret ?" half shouted Freddie, exasperated.
"Oh! No, thanks.

The train makes such a beastly racket, don't you know." "They told me at the Bristol you were deaf, but--Oh, I say, old man, I'm sorry.

Which ear is it ?" "The one next to you," replied Brock, recovering from his confusion.