I'm downright sick about it, and that's the truth.

How would you feel, I wonder, if you knew your one and only sister was going to marry a rotter?
Would you be satisfied to let things drift ?" Monck was silent for a space.

They walked on over the dusty road with the free swing of the conquering race.

One or two 'rickshaws met them as they went, and a woman's voice called a greeting; but though they both responded, it scarcely served as a diversion.

The silence between them remained.
Monck spoke at last, briefly, with grim restraint.