E. W. Hornung,
Witching Hill — Under Arms
(1913)
“ So was the grave face turned upon Colonel Cheffins. But its very gravity angered and alarmed me, and I was determined to have his decision in more explicit terms."Then the pistol's yours, is it, Uvo?" I asked, with the most disingenuous grin that I could muster."Till death us do part!" he answered. And his laugh jarred every fibre in my body.I never knew how seriously to take him; that was the worst of his elusive humour, or it may be of my own deficiency in any such quality. I confess I like a man to laugh at his own jokes, and to look as though he meant the things he does mean. ”
