She sucked them into her mouth and moistened them.
"What is it ?" she asked.
Mr.Arthur coughed, pulled out a handkerchief and blew his nose loudly.

The sound, intensified there in that still place, jarred through Sally's senses.

She roughly told herself that she was a fool.
"You know I'm in a bank ?" he began.
"Yes; of course." "It's a private bank." "Really ?" "Yes; what I mean is, they pay better than most banks usually do." "Really ?" "And they're going to make me a cashier." "Oh, is that good ?" "Well, there's hardly a fellow of my age in any bank that's got to a responsible position like that, in the time I have.

I bet you a shilling there isn't." "Well, I can't afford to bet a shilling on it." "No, of course not; I didn't mean that.

What I mean--" "I understand what you mean," said Sally.