And he didn't enjoy the process--not in the least.
"My father is still interested in everything connected with India," she went on.

"He will like to talk to you.

We have people with us this afternoon whom he could not very well leave, or he would have driven into Marychurch himself to fetch you.

Dr.McCabe, who we knew at Bhutpur long ago, came over unexpectedly from Stourmouth this morning; and my Aunt Harriet Cowden telegraphed that she and Uncle Augustus would bring Aunt Felicia, who is staying with them at Paulton Lacy, here to tea .-- But, of course, you know them quite well--Uncle Augustus, I mean, and my aunts." "Do I not know them!" Tom replied with meaning; while, humour getting the upper hand thanks to certain memories, he smiled at her.
And, even at this early period in his career, it must be conceded that Tom Verity's smile was an asset to be reckoned with.

Mischievous to the verge of impudence; but confidential, too, most disarmingly friendly--a really vastly engaging smile, which, having once beheld, most persons found themselves more than ready to behold often again.
Under its persuasive influence Damaris' gravity relaxed.