One thing is, I don't suppose it'll make any diff----" "Difference," suggested Mr.Kybird, after waiting for him to finish.
"Difference," said Mr.Smith, with an obvious effort.

His face had lost its scornful expression and given way to one almost sheepish in its mildness.

Mr.Kybird, staring at him in some surprise, even thought that he detected a faint shade of pink.
"We ain't all as clever as wot you are, Nat," he said, somewhat taken aback at this phenomenon.

"It wouldn't do." Mr.Smith made a strange noise in his throat and turned on him sharply.
Mr.Kybird, still staring in surprise at his unwonted behaviour, drew back a little, and then his lips parted and his eyes grew round as he saw the cause of his friend's concern.

An elderly gentleman with a neatly trimmed white beard and a yellow rose in his button-hole was just passing on the other side of the road.