Quiet little Steynholme had suddenly become a rigid censor of morals and etiquette.

Until this evil thing was annihilated by slow process of law, Doris and he might meet only by chance and never remain long together.
When the two were ready to start, Hart elected to dispense with his South American sombrero.
"I am sensitive to ridicule," he professed.

"The village urchins will christen me 'Owd Ben,' and the old gentleman's character was such that I would feel hurt.

So, for to-day, I'll join the no hat brigade." "I wonder if we'll meet Furneaux," said Grant, selecting a walking-stick.

"It's odd that we should have seen nothing of him this morning." "It would be still more odd if we had, remembering the precautions he took not to be observed coming here last night." "Well, that's so.