Roger's feeling of guilt increased, and he cursed himself for a meddlesome fool.
"Look here, Baird," he blurted out, "there's something I think you ought to know." Allan slightly turned his head, and Roger reddened a little.

"The worst thing about living in a house chock full of meddling women is that you get to be one yourself," he growled.

"And the fact is--" he cleared his throat--"I've put my foot in it, Baird," he said.

"I was fool enough the other day to quote you to Edith." "To what effect ?" "That if Deborah keeps on like this she'll be an old woman at thirty-five." Allan sat up in his chair: "Was Edith here this afternoon ?" "She was," said Roger.
"Say no more." Baird had a wide, likable, generous mouth which wrinkled easily into a smile.

He leaned back now and enjoyed himself.