"I heard him laugh." In another moment the door was thrown open, and in stalked Tom Troubridge.
"By George!" he said.

"Don't all speak to me at once.

I feel the queerest wambling in my innards, as we used to say in Devon, at the sight of so many old faces.

Somehow, a man can't make a new home in a hurry.

It's the people make the home, not the house and furniture.