The war is sometimes subversive of nice table decorum.

I read out the cream of the news.

Discussion thereon lasted us until coffee and cigarettes were brought in and the servants left us to ourselves.
One of the curious little phenomena of human intercourse is the fact that now and again the outer personality of one with whom you are daily familiar suddenly strikes you afresh, thus printing, as it were, a new portrait on your mind.

At varying intervals I had received such portrait impressions of Betty, and I had stored them in my memory.
Another I received at this moment, and it is among the most delectable.
She was sitting with both elbows on the table, her palms clasped and her cheek resting on the back of the left hand.

Her face was turned towards me.