As she disappeared down the steps, Mr.Codge remarked, sotto voce: "She isn't as rabid as she was, is she ?" "She's got it in for Percival ever since he took that fall out of Landover," said Mr.Mott.
"Think she's--er--keen on Landover?
He's a good bit older than she is,--twenty years or so, I should say." "Don't ask me, Codge.

As I was saying awhile ago, I don't know anything whatsoever about women.

They know all about me, but, gosh, I'm worse than a baby goat where they're concerned.

There's no law against her being in love with Landover, and there's no law against him marrying a woman fifty years younger'n himself if he feels like it.

Now you take that good looking Russian over there talking to the Captain.