All these, suspending conversation, watched the encounter.
Rand lifted his hat, and Fairfax Cary answered the salute with cold punctilio, but the two Churchills, the one with a red, the other with a stony countenance, ignored their nephew-in-law.

The four reached together the post-office steps, a somewhat long and wide flight, but not broad enough to accommodate a blood feud.

Rand made no attempt at speech, conciliatory or otherwise, but with a slight gesture of courtesy stood aside for the two elder men to pass and precede him.

The smile upon his lip was half bitter, half philosophic, and as they passed, he regarded them aslant but freely.

The burly, heated figure of the Colonel was trembling with anger, while Major Edward, striving for indifference, achieved only a wonderful, grey hauteur.