In a pause in the chatter of conversation Mrs.Sieppe leaned forward and, speaking to the agent, said: "Vell, you know also my daughter Trina get married bretty soon.

She and der dentist, Doktor McTeague, eh, yes ?" There was a general exclamation.
"I thought so all along," cried Miss Baker, excitedly.

"The first time I saw them together I said, 'What a pair!'" "Delightful!" exclaimed the agent, "to be married and win a snug little fortune at the same time." "So--So," murmured Old Grannis, nodding at his plate.
"Good luck to you," cried Maria.
"He's lucky enough already," growled Marcus under his breath, relapsing for a moment into one of those strange moods of sullenness which had marked him throughout the evening.
Trina flushed crimson, drawing shyly nearer her mother.

McTeague grinned from ear to ear, looking around from one to another, exclaiming "Huh! Huh!" But the agent rose to his feet, a newly filled beer glass in his hand.
He was a man of the world, this agent.

He knew life.