"Just think! Lea is telling us about her trip in Egypt.

Oh, it's screaming! There's a bathing story--" And he told the story while Nana lingered complaisantly.

They had ended by leaning up against the wall in the corridor, facing one another.

Gas jets were flaring under the low ceiling, and a vague smell of cookery hung about the folds of the hangings.

Now and again, in order to hear each other's voices when the din in the saloon became louder than ever, they had to lean well forward.