'I'm very glad to meet you, sir.
You'll excuse me not getting up, but I've got a game leg.' He was the copy of his father in features, but dark and sallow where the other was blond.

He had just the same narrow head, and stubborn mouth, and honest, quick-tempered eyes.

It is the type that makes dashing regimental officers, and earns V.C.s, and gets done in wholesale.

I was never that kind.

I belonged to the school of the cunning cowards.
In the half-hour before dinner the last wisp of suspicion fled from my host's mind.