.

What a dreadful thing to say and how tactless! The note, moreover, in Craven's voice sounded a danger.

There was something in the air as though the fellow might, at any moment, burst into tears, fire a pistol into the air, or jump out of the window! So unpleasant, and Carfax was much more real, even now, than an abstract rabbit.
"Dear boy," said Cardillac, easily, "Carfax is dead.

We all miss him--it was a beastly, horrible affair, but there's no point in dwelling on things; one only gets morbid, and morbidity isn't what we're here for." "It's all very well," Craven was angrily muttering, "but it's scandalous the way you forget a man.

Here he was, amongst the whole lot of you, only a month or so ago and he was a friend of every one's.