Well as I know Troy, I think I might be frightened at this display of public feeling." She peeped out over the white blinds.

Next door, the Admiral was fuming nervously up and down his gravel walk.

He was debating the propriety of his costume.

Even yet there was time to run up-stairs and don his cocked hat and gold-laced coat before the procession arrived.

Between the claims of his civil and official positions the poor man was in a ferment.
"As a man of the world," Miss Limpenny soliloquised, "the Honourable Frederic Goodwyn-Sandys cannot fail to appreciate our sterling Admiral.