He put the oars into the coach-house as soon as he reached Portsmouth Lodge, and then settled down with a pipe on a hammock-chair outside the door.

He was ready with a practical suggestion by the time Major Kent had finished dressing for dinner.

Being too wise to propose a difficult matter to a hungry man, he waited until the meal was nearly over before he said anything to his friend.
"Major," he said, "to-morrow is Sunday, and I think it would be a capital thing if you introduced yourself to Miss King after church.
You could waylay her just outside the porch, and tell her who you are.
I've talked to her a good deal about you, so she'll know you directly she hears your name." "I don't think I'll do that, J.J.," said the Major.

"From what you've told me about her I don't think she's the kind of woman I'd care about.
I think I'll keep clear of her as much as I can." "I told you," said Meldon, "that she was good-looking and had pleasant manners when not irritated.

I don't see what objection you can have to her." "I wasn't thinking about her appearance or her manners.