"Lot's o' people.

I've knocked about too long in the thick o' things, you see, Miss Sylvia, kept it up--I have--seen it right through every night till three o'clock in the morning, for months at a time.

Oh, that's the real thing!" he broke off.

"It makes you feel good." Sylvia laughed.
"Then if you dislike the country," she said, and perhaps rather eagerly, "why did you come to stay with us at all ?" And suddenly Hine leered at her.
"Oh, you know!" he said, and almost he nudged her with his elbow.

"I wouldn't have come, of course, if old Garratt hadn't particularly told me that you were agreeable." Sylvia grew hot with shame.