"Has anything upset you, Deringham ?" Deringham stood up with a little harsh laugh, dabbing It the breast of his shirt with his handkerchief.
"I think the question should apply to my glass, but the room is a trifle hot, and my heart has been troubling me lately," he said.
Forel flung one of the windows open.

"I fancy my wife is waiting for us, gentlemen, and I will be with you in a few minutes," he said.
Alton and Seaforth were almost the last to file out of the smoking-room, and when they reached the corridor the former turned upon his comrade with a glint in his half-closed eyes.
"You show a curious taste for a man raised as you have been in the old country," he said.

"Now what in the name of thunder made you tell that story ?" Seaforth smiled somewhat inanely.

"I don't know; I just felt I had to.
All of us are subject to little weaknesses occasionally." Alton stopped and looked at him steadily.

"Then there will be trouble if you give way to them again.