And I've had a tiring day and I'm going to sleep.

Good night.' With a kind little nod she left him standing in the middle of the room with that air of stupid distinction that he generally assumed when in a lift with other people, and that came to his rescue at awkward moments--a dull, aloof, rather haughty expression.

But it was no use to him now.
He had considerable difficulty in refraining from venting his temper on the poor, dumb furniture; in fact, he did give a kick to a pretty little writing-table.

It made no sound, but its curved shoulder looked resentful.
'What a day!' said Bruce to himself.
He went to his room, pouting like Archie.

But he knew he had got off cheaply..