I can't drop in and make myself at home as you do." "Why, you are not shy, Conway ?" O'Connor said in affected horror.
"Surely such a disgrace has not fallen on his majesty's Twenty-eighth Regiment that one of its officers is shy?
Such a thing is not recorded in its annals." "I am afraid it will have to be recorded now," laughed Ralph.

"For I own that I am shy; if you call shy, feeling awkward and uncomfortable with a lot of strange people, especially ladies." "Do not let it be whispered outside," O'Connor said, "or the reputation of the regiment is gone forever among Irish girls.

Desmond, this is a sad business.

What are we to do with this man?
You and I must consult together how this thing is to be cured." "No, no, O'Connor," Ralph said earnestly, knowing how fond O'Connor was of practical jokes, and dreading that he and the lieutenant would be putting him in some ridiculous position or other.

"You will never cure me if you set about it.