Craig, his coat and waistcoat off, his detachable cuffs on the floor, was burrowing into masses of huge law-books.
"Clear out," said he curtly; "I'm busy." Grant plumped himself into a chair.

"Josh," cried he desperately, "you must marry that girl.

She's just the one for you.

I love her, and her happiness is dear to me." Craig gave him an amused look.

"However did she persuade you to come here and say that ?" he inquired.
"She didn't persuade me.