You haven't anything particular to do to-night, have you?
Suppose we go around there ?" Cowperwood, who was always genially sportive when among strong men--a sort of bounding collie--and who liked to humor those who could be of use to him, agreed.
"It sounds interesting to me.

Certainly I'll go.

Tell me more about her.

Is she good-looking ?" "Rather.

But better yet, she is connected with a number of women who are." The Colonel, who had a small, gray goatee and sportive dark eyes, winked the latter solemnly.
Cowperwood arose.
"Take me there," he said.
It was a rainy night.