Iris smiled again.

Her sensitive highly strung nerves permitted these sharp alternations between despondency and hope.
"You must remember," he went on, "that the Dyak score is twenty-one to the bad, whilst our loss stands at love.

Dear me, that cannot be right.
Love is surely not a loss." "A cynic might describe it as a negative gain." "Oh, a cynic is no authority.

He knows nothing whatever about the subject." "My father used to say, when he was in Parliament, that people who knew least oft-times spoke best.

Some men get overweighted with facts." They chatted in lighter vein with such pendulum swing back to nonchalance that none would have deemed it possible for these two to have already determined the momentous issue of the pending struggle should it go against them.