By the way, Smith, you've never spoken to anybody of that business, of course ?" "Of course not, sir," said the boarding-master, grinding his teeth.
"One has fancies when one is ill," said Mr.Swann, in low tones, as his eye dwelt with pleasure on the strained features of Mr.Kybird.

"I burnt the document five minutes after you had gone." "Did you, reely ?" said Mr.Smith, mechanically.
"I'm glad it was only you and the doctor that saw my foolishness," continued the other, still in a low voice.

"Other people might have talked, but I knew that you were a reliable man, Smith.

And you won't talk about it in the future, I'm quite certain of that.

Good afternoon." Mr.Smith managed to say, "Good afternoon," and stood watching the receding figure as though it belonged to a species hitherto unknown to him.