She was still smarting under the boy's furious outburst of the night before when, through a calculated indiscretion of Delaine's, the notion that Anderson had presumed and might still presume to set his ambitions on Elizabeth had been presented to him for the first time.
"My sister marry a mining engineer!--with a drunken old robber for a father! By Jove! Anybody talking nonsense of that kind will jolly well have to reckon with me! Elizabeth!--you may say what you like, but I am the head of the family!" Anderson found the head of the family in bed, surrounded by novels, and a dozen books on big-game shooting in the Rockies.

Philip received him with an evident and ungracious embarrassment.
"I am awfully sorry--beastly business.

Hard lines on you, of course--very.

Hope they'll get the men." "Thank you.

They are doing their best." Anderson sat down beside the lad.