It was, as it were, something outside of their normal selves.

At least so I conjectured, and their conduct seemed to give colour to my guess.
The doctor spoke to me of the matter first.
"I fear there was a row last night," he said; "it has happened here before over cards, and will no doubt happen again until matters clear themselves up somehow.

Marnham, as you see, drinks, and when drunk is the biggest liar in the world, and I, I am sorry to say, am cursed with a violent temper.

Don't judge either of us too harshly.

If you were a doctor you would know that all these things come to us with our blood, and we didn't fashion our own clay, did we?
Have some coffee, won't you ?" Subsequently when Rodd wasn't there, Marnham spoke also and with that fine air of courtesy which was peculiar to him.
"I owe a deep apology," he said, "to yourself and Mr.Anscombe.
I do not recall much about it, but I know there was a scene last night over those cursed cards.