"Perhaps I didn't want her to come." "She's too gay," said Hurstwood, significantly.

"No one can keep up with her pace unless they've got a lot of money." "Mr.Vance doesn't seem to find it very hard." "He may not now," answered Hurstwood, doggedly, well understanding the inference; "but his life isn't done yet.

You can't tell what'll happen.
He may get down like anybody else." There was something quite knavish in the man's attitude.

His eye seemed to be cocked with a twinkle upon the fortunate, expecting their defeat.
His own state seemed a thing apart--not considered.
This thing was the remains of his old-time cocksureness and independence.

Sitting in his flat, and reading of the doings of other people, sometimes this independent, undefeated mood came upon him.
Forgetting the weariness of the streets and the degradation of search, he would sometimes prick up his ears.