In the street of elegant shops they met Lord Adderwood, and he, as usual, appeared in the act of strangling one of his flock of yawns, with gentlemanly consideration for the public.

Exercise was ever his temporary specific for these incurables.

Flinging off his coat, he cast away the cynic style engendering or engendered by them.

He and Weyburn were for a bout.
Sir John Randeller and Mr.Morsfield were at it, like Bull in training and desperado foiled.

A French 'maitre d'armes,' famed in 'escrime,' standing near Captain Chiallo, looked amused in the eyes, behind a mask of professional correctness.