They were certainly not emphatic enough to make any impression, and Bertie treated them with the indifference they deserved.
Driving home, he managed to steer with one hand while he thrust the other upon his brother's knee.
"Luke, old chap, I've gone dead against your wishes," he jerked out.
"And--for the first time in my life--I'm not sorry.

She'll have me." "I thought she would," said Lucas.

He grasped the boy's hand closely.
"There are times when a man--if he is a man--must act for himself, eh, Bertie ?" Bertie laughed a little.

"I don't believe it was against your wishes after all." "Well, p'r'aps not." There was a very kindly smile in the sunken eyes.

"I guess you're a little older than I thought you were, and anyway, she won't marry you for the dollars." "She certainly won't," said Bertie warmly.