You're not afraid of _me_, I should think.' 'Yes, I am a bit afraid of you, old girl.

It isn't a nice thing to tell you, and there's the long and short of it.

I'm hanged if I know how to begin.' He laughed in an irresolute way.

Trying to light a new cigarette from the remnants of the one he had smoked, his hands shook.

Then he had recourse again to cognac.
Alice was drumming with her foot on the floor.