I disliked his not knowing it was known--rien de plus,' she said lightly.
'What did he say ?' 'Oh, not much.

What should he say ?' 'He might have expressed a decent regret on poor Kauffer's account,' I growled.

Dora did not reply, and a glance showed her frowning.
'I believe he apologized!' I cried, pushing, as it were, my advantage.
'He explained.' 'Oh!' 'Of course he hasn't relished the position, and of course he didn't realize it before he came.

Shall we trot ?' I was compelled to negative the idea of trotting, since we were descending quite the steepest pitch of the road down to Annandale.

We went on at a walk, and it occurred to me, as my contemplative gaze fell on my own pig-skins, that we were, even for Simla, an uncommonly well-turned-out pair.