no method ...

no system.

_Nothing._ It is terrible....
_That's_ a pretty girl!" he added moodily, looking at a group of peasants in a doorway.

"A _very_ pretty girl!" he added, sitting up a little and staring.

Then he relapsed, "No system--_nothing_," he murmured.
"But there _will_ be," continued Trenchard in his English voice.