"I found a box of odds and ends--powders, pills, tablets, which he might as well finish--" "Shiela! Garret is _ill!_" Hamil, busy with his Madeira and biscuit, laughed.

He could not realise he was on the eve of leaving, nor could Shiela.
"Never," said he to the anxious lady, "have I felt better in my life; and I'm sure it is due to your medicines.

It's all very well for Shiela to laugh at quinine; mosquitoes don't sting her.

But I'd probably be an item in one of those phosphate beds by this time if you hadn't taken care of me." Shiela laughed; Hamil in excellent humour went off to dress.

Everybody seemed to be in particularly good spirits that evening, but later, after dinner, Gray spoke complainingly of the continued absence of his father.
"As for Acton Carrick, he's the limit," added Gray disgustedly.