"By Jove, sir! I don't see why you didn't make a start to get out.

This is a pretty place to lodge Miss Van Diemen." Coronado took off his hat and made a bow of submission and regret, which was lost in the darkness.
"I must say," Thurstane went on grumbling, "that, for a man who claims to know this country, your management has been very singular." Clara, fearful of a quarrel, slightly pressed his arm and checked this volcano with the weight of a feather.
"We are not all like you, my dear Lieutenant," said Coronado, in a tone which might have been either apologetical or ironical.

"You must make allowance for ordinary human nature." "I beg pardon," returned Thurstane, who was thinking now chiefly of that pressure on his arm.

"The truth is, I was alarmed for your safety.

I can't help feeling responsibility on this expedition, although it is your train.
My military education runs me into it, I suppose.