I regret it, but I can't help it.

I have not the art of chatting about my deepest feelings at five o'clock tea as a man must do who lays himself out to be popular with women.

What I feel it is my nature to conceal." His reserve on this occasion was concentrated in his face, which remained unmoved.

But the lofty impassiveness on which he prided himself did not reach down to his legs.

Those members, which had been dragging themselves in a sort of feeble semi-paralysis in the wake of the ruthless Colonel Bellairs, now straightened themselves, and gave signs of returning energy.