And that fellow she is with is like an icicle out of Labrador." And Mary Standish was saying: "Do you know, Mr.Holt, I envy those young engineers.

I wish I were a man." "I wish you were," agreed Alan amiably.
Whereupon Mary Standish's pretty mouth lost its softness for an instant.
But Alan did not observe this.

He was enjoying his cigar and the sweet air..