Carmela wanted to see those curved lips writhing in pain, those brown eyes dimmed, that smooth brow wrung with the grief that knows no remedy.
A fierce joy leaped up in her when Verity spoke of an early departure.
"You see, Iris," he explained, "these Brazilian bucks may be months in settlin' their differences.

Dickey an' me, 'elped a lot by our Consul, squeezed a pass out of the President--beg pardon, miss, but 'e is President, in Pernambuco, at all events," he said in an apologetic "aside" to Carmela--"an' the sooner we make tracks for ole England the better it'll be for all of us.

Wot do you say to an early start to-morrow?
We'd be off to-night, on'y I'm feared my rheumaticky bones wouldn't stand the racket." The color ebbed from Iris's face, but she said at once: "I shall be ready, uncle dear.

I promised Dom Corria to look after the hospital appliances that are so much needed by the poor soldiers, but the Senhora De Sylva will attend to that much more effectually than I." "Good! Then that's settled." David pursed out his thick lips with a sigh of relief.

Though he had watched the spoken record of the _Andromeda_ and her company for craftier hints than was suspected by his fellow travelers, he was not deaf to Coke's appreciation of Hozier.