But over here it's all wrong; it's the atmosphere, I suppose.

And that fellow Thomson means mischief--I'm sure of it." "Is there any reason for ill-feeling between you two ?" the banker inquired.
Granet nodded.
"You've hit it, sir." "Miss Conyers, eh ?" The young man's face underwent a sudden change.
"Yes," he confessed.

"If I hadn't begun this, if I hadn't gone so far into it that no other course was possible, I think that I should have been content to be just what I seem to be--because of her." Sir Alfred leaned back in his chair.

He was looking at his nephew as a man of science might have looked at some interesting specimen.
"Well," he said, "I suppose you simply confirm the experience of the ages, but, frankly, you amaze me.

You are moving amongst the big places of life, you are with those who are making history, and you would be content to give the whole thing up.