I don't know where I am coming out--yet." "If it's money you need, you know perfectly well--" But Malcourt shook his head.

From the moment of his entrance he had kept his face carefully averted from Hamil's view; had neither looked at him nor spoken except in monosyllabic answer to a single question.
The rattle of the buckboard on the wet gravel drive brought Portlaw to his feet.

A servant appeared with Malcourt's suit-case and overcoat.
"There's a trunk to follow; Williams is to pack what I need....
Good-bye, Billy.

I wouldn't go if I didn't have to." Portlaw took his offered hand as though dazed.
"You'll come back, of course," he said, "in a couple of days--or a week if you like--but you'll be back, of course.

You know if there's anything the matter with your salary just say so.