Stay!" Patterson turned.

The irrepressible look of humorous tolerance of all human frailty had suffused Poindexter's black eyes with mischievous moisture.

"If you think it quite safe to confide to your wife this prospect of her improvement by widowhood, you may!" III.
Mr.Patterson did not inform his wife of the lawyer's personal threat to himself.

But he managed, after Poindexter had left, to make her conscious that Mrs.Tucker might be a power to be placated and feared.
"You've shot off your mouth at her," he said argumentatively, "and whether you've hit the mark or not you've had your say.

Ef you think it's worth a possible five thousand dollars and interest to keep on, heave ahead.