"So you've brought him along ?" cried Mrs.Whitson.
"Well, I congratulate you, Mr.Craig.

It's very evident you have a shrewd eye for the prizes of life, and a strong, long reach to grasp them." Craig, red and awkward, laughed hysterically, flung out a few meaningless phrases.

Margaret murmured: "Perhaps you'd rather go ?" She wished him to go, now that she had exhibited him.
"Yes--for Heaven's sake!" he exclaimed.

He was clutching for his braggart pretense of ease in "high society" like a drowning man scooping armsful of elusive water.
She steered her captive in her quiet, easeful manner toward the door, sent him forth with a farewell glance and an affectionate interrogative, "This afternoon, at half-past four ?" that could not be disobeyed.
The mutiny was quelled.

The mutineer was in irons.