"Only that while we lie shivering here Hallam is probably dining in state in the big hotel at Vancouver.

Jingling glasses, good wine, light and warmth, flowers and silver on the table.

The contrast's a little exasperating." Alton glanced at the saturated canvas and his steaming clothes, while Seaforth, for no apparent reason, stretched out one foot and kicked over the dinted kettle.
"There are folks who would think that's only fit," he said.

"Mr.
Hallam is one of the men who are building up the future greatness of this wonderful country.

At least, that's what they called him at the last big speech-making, but I don't quite see what good it would do us if you kicked the bottom of that kettle in, Charley.