"It's no use fretting and fuming at me.

It was like Dyceworthy's impudence, of course,--but there's no doubt he proposed to her,--and it's equally certain that she rejected him.

I thought I'd tell you you had a rival,--not in me, as you seemed to think yesterday,--but in our holy fat friend." "Rival! pshaw!" returned Errington, with an angry laugh.

"He is not worth kicking!" "Possibly not! Still I have a presentiment that he's the sort of fellow that won't take 'no' for an answer.

He'll dodge that poor girl and make her life miserable if he can, unless--" "Unless what ?" asked Philip quickly.
Lorimer stopped in his walk, and, leaning against the deck-railings, looked his friend straight in the eyes.
"Unless you settle the matter," he said with a slight effort.