His friend laughed at him.
"Why, Jardine," he said, "I can never again call you the lion that will not roar." "Am I horribly loquacious ?" The hero smiled, but was not more silent.

He had great things to tell, and he told them well and modestly.

Lady Agatha sat with her cheek shaded by a peacock-feather fan.

There was a deep glow in her eyes.

Glancing across at her from the opposite corner, Mary thought it must be the reflection of the firelight.
She came to Mary's room after the guests had departed, when Mary was preparing for bed, and sat down in the chair by the open window.
"What do you think of him, Mary ?" she asked.
"Of whom ?" Mary said sleepily.