It is hard to report the processes of his sophistication; perhaps this, again, may best be left to the marital imagination.
He rang at the last of these up-town apartments as it was falling dusk, and it was long before the janitor appeared.

Then the man was very surly, and said if he looked at the flat now he would say it was too dark, like all the rest.

His reluctance irritated March in proportion to his insincerity in proposing to look at it at all.

He knew he did not mean to take it under any circumstances; that he was going to use his inspection of it in dishonest justification of his disobedience to his wife; but he put on an air of offended dignity.

"If you don't wish to show the apartment," he said, "I don't care to see it." The man groaned, for he was heavy, and no doubt dreaded the stairs.