In another age he might have worn lace cuffs and a sword, and have just returned from a gambling house where he had lost or won a fortune with equal nonchalance.
"He still smells nice," thought Mary to herself, "and I think he's handsomer than ever--if it wasn't for that dark look around his eyes--and even that becomes him." She motioned to a chair and seated herself at the desk.
"I thought you'd like to have a place down here to call your own," he said in his lazy voice.

"I didn't make much of a hit with the governor, but then you know I seldom do--" "Where did you get the pictures ?" "From the photographers'.

Of course it required influence, but I am full of that--being connected, as you may know, with Spencer & Son.

When I told him why I wanted them, he seemed to be as anxious as I was to find the old plates." "And the fire and the rugs and everything--you don't know how I appreciate it all.

I had no idea--" "I like surprises, myself," he said.