The man led the way toward these.
"Now, I suppose I've spoiled it all," he went on, a touch of irony in his voice.

"It was really quite heroic of me to follow you into Bill's place, don't you think?
You probably want to tell me so, but don't quite dare.
And I should play up to my part, shouldn't I?
But I cannot--not satisfactorily.

I'm really a bit disgusted with myself for having taken as much interest in you as I have.

I write books for a living.

My name is John Aldous." With a little cry of amazement, his companion stopped.