They won't have me around if my name gets in the papers.

My friends, too!" He grew more angry as he thought of the talk any action on her part would create.

How would the papers talk about it?
Every man he knew would be wondering.

He would have to explain and deny and make a general mark of himself.

Then Moy would come and confer with him and there would be the devil to pay.
Many little wrinkles gathered between his eyes as he contemplated this, and his brow moistened.