"You think this any good ?" he suggested.
"No," said Ambrose bitterly.

"I know well enough what I'll get.

But I've got to go through with it before taking the next step." "John Gaviller live well," said Simon significantly, but without bitterness.
Colina came in with her queenliest air.

She had changed her riding habit for clinging white draperies that made her look like a lovely, arrogant saint.

Ambrose, raising his sullen eyes to her, experienced a new shock of desire that put the idea of flour out of his head.
To old Simon, Colina inclined her head as gracefully and indifferently as a swan.