There had been men coming down to shoot, whom in an ordinary way he would not have dreamed of putting off--a cricket match which had been postponed until his return, and which he had completely forgotten.

Paris had nothing in the shape of amusement to offer him in place of these things, yet in his own mind these things were as if they had not been.

Every interest and energy of his life was concentrated upon the one simple object of his search.
He gave the man half a crown, and walked to the lift whistling.

The porter shook his head, and Duncombe receded considerably in his estimation, notwithstanding the tip.

He considered Mademoiselle Flossie a little obvious for a gentleman of Duncombe's class.