"Surely, it cannot be that fellow Durnovo ?" "Oh, yes," he replied with unconscious curtness.
"Mr.Durnovo cannot ever remain inland for long without feeling the effect of the climate." Guy Oscard, with the perspicacity of his sex, gobbled up the bait.

"It IS Durnovo," he reflected.
"Oh, he is all right," he said; "wonderfully well, and so are the others--Joseph and Meredith.

You know Meredith ?" Jocelyn was busy with a vase of flowers standing on the table at her elbow.

One of the flowers had fallen half out, and she was replacing it--very carefully.
"Oh, yes," she said, without ceasing her occupation, "we know Mr.
Meredith." The visitor did not speak at once, and she looked up at him, over the flowers, with grave politeness.
"Meredith," he said, "is one of the most remarkable men I have ever met." It was evident that this ordinarily taciturn man wanted to unburthen his mind.

He was desirous of talking to some one of Jack Meredith; and perhaps Jocelyn reflected that she was as good a listener as he would find in Loango.
"Really," she replied with a kindly interest.