"Rabbit talk! These times are glorious, I tell you! We're in the promised land, and we're goin' to STAY there! That's all, gentlemen.

The loan goes!" The directors came forth, flushed and murmurous, and Gurney hastened in.

His guess was correct: Sheridan had been thumping the desk with his right hand.

The physician scolded wearily, making good the fresh damage as best he might; and then he said what he had to say on the subject of Roscoe and Sibyl, his opinion meeting, as he expected, a warmly hostile reception.

But the result of this conversation was that by telephonic command Roscoe awaited his father, an hour later, in the library at the New House.
"Gurney says your wife's able to travel," Sheridan said brusquely, as he came in.
"Yes." Roscoe occupied a deep chair and sat in the dejected attitude which had become his habit.