She was dressed in a blue tulle costume which lent a fragile air to an already slender form, but she smiled so unaffectedly that even the policeman grinned.
"You certainly look ferocious," said her husband, yielding instantly, as she well knew would happen.
"I believe you are all jealous," she vowed.

"I am the only one who has really been in the forefront of the battle.No.I forgot you, Mr.
Theydon.

Didn't that horrid man knock you down ?" "Yes," said Theydon, moistening his lips with his tongue.

There was such a peculiar rasp in his voice that it evoked a general laugh.
Obviously the guests meant to avoid serious topics during the meal.
Evelyn Forbes chimed in with a reminiscence of her schooldays in Brussels, and soon the talk was general, ranging from the year's Academy to the Ladies' Gold Championship.
Mrs.Paxton, an excellent mimic, was amusing them with imitations of the voice and manner of a certain well-known lady golfer, when she was interrupted by three sharp, irregular cracks which seemed to come from the dining-room windows.

Simultaneously a picture frame on the opposite wall was split and a Worcester vase on a sideboard was smashed to atoms.
Theydon, owing to his position at the table, was the first to notice three small, starred holes in the plate glass of the windows.
"Don't stand up!" he said, instantly.