For when he went out they showed unmistakable pleasure in their faces, and Mrs.Plausaby even ventured to ask: "Don't you like her, Albert ?" And when the mother tried to persuade him to forego his visit to the hotel in the evening, he put this and that together.

And when this and that were put together, they combined to produce a soliloquy: "Mother and Katy want to make a match for me.

As if _they_ understood _me_! They want me to marry an _average_ woman, of course.

Pshaw! Isabel Marlay only understands the 'culinary use' of things.

My mother knows that she has a 'knack,' and thinks it would be nice for me to have a wife with a knack.