"Maude is the only one who wears the Oxford blue." It was true.

The young Oxonian was a retiring and timid man, and none had voluntarily assumed his colours.

But no one heeded the countess-dowager.
"You are like a child, Hartledon, denying that your arm's damaged!" exclaimed Captain Dawkes.

"I know it is: I could see it by the way you struck your oar all along." What feeling is it in man that prompts him to disclaim physical pain ?--make light of personal injury?
Lord Hartledon's ankle was swelling, at the bottom of the boat; and without the slightest doubt his arm _was_ paining him, although perhaps at the moment not very considerably.

But he maintained his own assertions, and protested his arm was as sound as the best arm present.