"I have been nearly three months without being able to open my lips to a soul.

People call me secretive, but I feel very human sometimes.

I know that not a word of what I have said will pass your lips." "Not a chance of it," Richard promised earnestly.

"But look here, can't I do something?
If I am not an Englishman, I'm all for the Anglo-Saxons.
I hate these foreigners--that is to say the men," he corrected himself hastily.
Hunterleys smiled.
"Well, I was coming to that," he said.

"I do feel hideously alone here, and what I would like you to do is just this.