"I don't mean you, Mr.Saunders," she added sharply, as the little clerk set the suitcase down abruptly and stepped forward, again fumbling his much-fumbled straw hat.

This was the moment when the red cocker's tail came to grief.

The dog arose with an astonished yelp and fled to his mistress; he had never been so outrageously set upon before in all his pampered life.

Seizing the opportunity to vent her feelings upon one who could understand, even as she poured soothings upon the insulted Pong, whom she clasped in her arms, Lady Agnes transformed the unlucky Saunders into a target for a most ably directed volley of wrath.

The shadow of a smile swept down the threatening row of dark faces.
Lord Deppingham, a slow and cumbersome young man, stood by nervously fingering his eyeglass.