"Yes," he said.

"He doesn't appear to be much of a 'man's man.' He ran at just a glimpse of one." Edith's shadow moved; her voice came quavering: "You call yourself one ?" "No, no," he answered.

"I said, 'just a glimpse of one.' I didn't claim--" But her door slammed angrily; and he turned to his mother.
"There," he said, sighing.

"That's almost the first time in my life I ever tried to be a man of action, mother, and I succeeded perfectly in what I tried to do.

As a consequence I feel like a horse-thief!" "You hurt her feelin's," she groaned.