"I'll go," he said, firmly.

"I'm not quite sure where I left it.

You go by Hanger's Lane; I'll soon catch you up." He set off at a pace which rendered protest unavailing.

Mr.Tredgold turned, and, making a mental note of the fact that Miss Drewitt had suddenly added inches to her stature, walked on by her side.
"Captain Bowers is very fond of his pipe," he said, after they had walked a little way in silence.
Miss Drewitt assented.

"Nasty things," she said, calmly.
"So they are," said Mr.Tredgold.
"But you smoke," said the girl.
Mr.Tredgold sighed.