He never liked Fagg, and he was sure, he said, that Nellie didn't.

Did Nellie like anybody else?
He turned around to the mirror behind the bar and brushed up his hair! I understood the conceited wretch.

I thought I'd put Fagg on his guard and get him to hurry up matters.

I had a long talk with him.

You could see by the way the poor fellow acted that he was badly stuck.