Isn't that true, Vincent ?" Vincent was studying Mrs.Wayne, and withdrew his eyes slowly.

But Adelaide's object was accomplished: no public betrothal had taken place.
Pringle announced dinner.

Mr.Lanley, rather to his own surprise, found that he was insisting on giving Mrs.Wayne his arm; he was not so angry at her as he had supposed.

He did not think her offensive or unfeminine or half baked or socialistic or any of the things he had been saying to himself at lengthening intervals for the last twenty-four hours.
Pete saw an opportunity, and tucked Mathilde's hand within his own arm, nipping it closely to his heart.
The very instant they were at table Adelaide looked down the alley between the candles, for the low, golden dish of hot-house fruit did not obstruct her view of Vincent, and said: "Why have you never told me about Marty Burke ?" "Who's he ?" asked Mr.Lanley, quickly, for he had been trying to start a little conversational hare of his own, just to keep the conversation away from the water-front.
"He's a splendid young super-tough in my employ," said Vincent.

"What do you know about him, Adelaide ?" The guarded surprise in his tone stimulated her.
"Oh, I know all about him--as much, that is, as one ever can of a stupendous natural phenomenon." "Where did you hear of him ?" "Hear of him?
I've seen him.