"No change of any sort ?" "None," Forrest answered.

"It is no good attempting to persuade ourselves that there is any." "What are you up for, then ?" she asked.
He laughed hardly.
"I am like a diver," he answered, "who has to come to the surface every now and then for fresh air.

Life down at Salthouse is very nearly the acme of stagnation.

Our only excitement day by day is the danger--and the hope." "Is Cecil getting braver ?" the Princess asked.
"I think that he is, a little," Forrest answered.
The Princess nodded.
"We met him at the Bellamy Smiths'," she said.

"It was quite a reunion.
Andrew was there, and the Duke." Forrest's face darkened.
"Meddling fool," he muttered.