Or if he wills, he can sleep here." "I think I would rather not," said Bastin hurriedly.

"I make no pretense to being particular, but this place does not appeal to me as a bedroom.
There are degrees in the pleasures of solitude and, in short, I will not disturb your privacy at night." Oro waved his hand and we departed down that awful and most dreary hall.
"I hope you will spend a pleasant time here, Bastin," I said, looking back from the doorway at its cold, illuminated vastness.
"I don't expect to," he answered, "but duty is duty, and if I can drag that old sinner back from the pit that awaits him, it will be worth doing.

Only I have my doubts about him.

To me he seems to bear a strong family resemblance to Beelzebub, and he's a bad companion week in and week out." We went through the portico, Yva leading us, and passed the fountain of Life-water, of which she cautioned us to drink no more at present, and to prevent him from doing so, dragged Tommy past it by his collar.
Bickley, however, lingered under the pretence of making a further examination of the statue.

As I had seen him emptying into his pocket the contents of a corked bottle of quinine tabloids which he always carried with him, I guessed very well that his object was to procure a sample of this water for future analysis.