The certificates are in the barrels." His countenance did not express any particular happiness; the lines about his mouth were sharper than usual.
"The devil!" cried the Colonel; "if only I had known that!" He laughed.
"Well, I'll leave you.

Six o'clock--what's this ?" as he stooped and picked up Maurice's cast-off hussar jacket.
"I was about to use it as a door mat," said Maurice, who was in a nasty humor.

That Fitzgerald had surrendered did not irritate him half so much as the thought that he was the real puppet.

His hands were tied, he could not act, and he was one that loved his share in games.
The Colonel reddened under his tan.

"No; I'll not lose my temper, though this is cause enough.