"Ink, from his cracked ink-pot, indigo rivulets and dribbling deltas …"
"Like a good little toady, I slipped out of the saddle and gathered them up, and without thinking set them on the table and put the ink-pot on top of them, to hold them steady - a simple, ordinary thing, but I heard an exclamation, and looked up to see Duff Mason, one of the infantry colonels, staring at me in surprise."
"Lady Hester accepted it, smiling to herself as she dipped the end in the ink-pot."