Ray was a man who ate and drunk sparingly.

Yet he filled a tumbler and drank it straight off.
"You and I," he remarked, "are the only two who sat the whole show out.
It was a grind, wasn't it ?" "It was," I answered, "but I have slept, and I feel none the worse for it.

Lord Cheisford carried us on splendidly.

There is solid work here," I said; "something worth the planning." I touched my notebook almost affectionately, for the work was fascinating now that it had attained coherent form.

Ray smoked on and said nothing for several minutes.