Then he slipped on his smoking jacket.
"-- Ah, about Winthrop's legs--" he repeated vaguely, "certainly; I should be very glad to examine them, Austin." "I don't want you to examine them," retorted Gerard resentfully, "I want you to see them.

There's nothing the matter with them, you understand." "Exactly," nodded Selwyn, following his big brother-in-law into the hall, where, from beside a lamp-lit sewing table a trim maid rose smiling: "Miss Erroll desires to know whether Captain Selwyn would care to see her gown when she is ready to go down ?" "By all means," said Selwyn, "I should like to see that, too.

Will you let me know when Miss Erroll is ready?
Thank you." Austin said as they reached the nursery door: "Funny thing, feminine vanity--almost pathetic, isn't it?
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