For John is no hypocrite, any more than I am.

No, I earnestly pray that his soap-bubble may not break." "Well, then," said Letitia, "at least, he might go down to Newport for a day or two; and his presence there might set some things right: it might at least check reports.

You might just suggest to him that unfriendly things were being said." "Well, I'll see what I can do," said Grace.
So, by a little feminine tact in suggestion, Grace despatched her brother to spend a day or two in Newport.
His coming and presence interrupted the lounging hours in Lillie's room; the introduction to "my husband" shortened the interviews.

John was courteous and affable; but he neither smoked nor drank, and there was a mutual repulsion between him and many of Lillie's _habitues_.
"I say, Dan," said Bill Sanders to Danforth, as they were smoking on one end of the veranda, "you are driven out of your lodgings since Seymour came." "No more than the rest of you," said Danforth.
"I don't know about that, Dan.

I think _you_ might have been taken for master of those premises.