It's a jolly well written book and raps you American millionaires jolly well--what ?" "Whoever wrote the book," interrupted Kate, "is somebody who knows Mr.Ryder exceedingly well.

There are things in it that an outsider could not possibly know." "Phew!" Jefferson whistled softly to himself.

He was treading dangerous ground.

To conceal his embarrassment, he rose.
"If you'll excuse me, I'll go and pay my filial respects upstairs.
I'll see you again," He gave Kate a friendly nod, and without even glancing at Mr.Bagley left the room.
The couple stood in silence for a few moments after he disappeared.

Then Kate went to the door and listened to his retreating footsteps.