But the other, seeing the motion and in the sobering recognition of danger, spoke hastily: 'Keep your hair on! You know so jolly much more than I do.

I tell you that she told me this and a lot more this morning when she asked me to marry her.' Harold's heart grew cold as ice.

There is something in the sound of a voice speaking truthfully which a true man can recognise.

Through all Leonard's half-drunken utterings came such a ring of truth; and Harold recognised it.

He felt that his voice was weak and hollow as he spoke, thinking it necessary to give at first a sort of official denial to such a monstrous statement: 'Liar!' 'I'm no liar!' answered Leonard.