The treatment had been too heroic.
"I'll give a sweet savour to your family name," he said with an oath, as he shook his fist at the closed door.

Ian Belward sat back and looked at the ceiling reflectively.
"H'm!" he said at last.

"What the devil does this mean?
Not Andree, surely not Andree! Yet I wasn't called Zoug-Zoug before that.

It was Bagshot's insolent inspiration at Auvergne.

Well, well!" He got up, drew over a portfolio of sketches, took out two or three, put them in a row against a divan, sat down, and looked at them half quizzically.
"It was rough on you, Andree; but you were hard to please, and I am constant to but one.