You have quite the wrong impression of us, I assure you, Messieurs," protested Durand.
"That is your misfortune! Thanks for the brandy, Monsieur Durand.

I feel quite restored," said Armitage, rising; and the color swept into his face and he spoke with quick decision.
"Oh, Claiborne, will you kindly give me the time ?" Claiborne laughed.

It was a laugh of real relief at the change in Armitage's tone.
"It's a quarter of seven.

This little scrap didn't take as much time as you thought it would." Oscar had mounted Armitage's horse and Claiborne stopped him as he rode past on his way to the road.
"After you deliver Mr.Armitage's message, get a doctor and tell him to be in a hurry about getting here." "No!" began Armitage.

"Good Lord, no! We are not going to advertise this mess.