"There's something about you that makes one ashamed of worrying about the little things.

But the others: the sneering women and the men who wink over their shoulder while they talk to you, I shall never be able to get away from them, and, of course, wherever I go--" He stopped abruptly with a sudden tightening of the lips.

Joan followed his eyes.

Mrs.Phillips had swallowed the smoke and was giggling and spluttering by turns.

The yellow ostrich feather had worked itself loose and was rocking to and fro as if in a fit of laughter of its own.
He pushed back his chair and rose.