"I guess," he answered, slowly, "it ain't so much a question of my mindin' her as she mindin' me.

Does _she_ want me to go along ?" "She said she should be delighted." "I want to know! Now, Caroline, don't you think I'd be sort of in the way?
Don't you believe she'd manage to live down her disappointment if I didn't tag on?
You mustn't feel that you've got to be bothered with me because you suggested my goin', you know." "If I had considered it a bother I should not have invited you.

If you don't wish Mrs.Dunn's company, then you and I will go alone." "Oh, land sakes! I wouldn't have you do that for the world! All right, I'll be out in a jiffy." He gave his hair a final brush, straightened his tie, turned around once more before the mirror, and walked fearfully forth to meet the visitor.
For him, the anticipated pleasure of the forenoon had been replaced by uneasy foreboding.
But Mrs.Corcoran Dunn, as she rose creakingly to greet him, was extremely gracious.

She was gowned and furred and hatted in a manner which caused the captain to make hasty mental estimate as to cost, but she extended a plump hand, buttoned in a very tight glove, and murmured her gratification.
"I'm so glad you are to accompany us, Captain Warren," she gushed.

"It is a charming winter morning, isn't it ?" Captain Elisha touched the plump glove with his own big finger tips, and admitted that the morning was "fust-rate." He was relieved from the embarrassment of further conversation just then by Caroline's appearance in the library.