Grant barely touched the food, lit a cigarette, sat regarding the full-mouthed Westerner gloomily.

"What DID Margaret see in this man ?" thought Grant.

"True, she doesn't know him as well as I do; but she knows him well enough.

Talk about women being refined! Why, they've got ostrich stomachs." "Do you know, Grant," said Craig thickly, so stuffed was his mouth, "I think your refined women like men of my sort.

I know I can't bear anything but refined women.