Ruth has promised to be my wife," continues John, looking very happy.
"The dickens she has!" and Philander pushes into view from behind the voluminous skirts of his better half.

"What business has she to accept any one without consulting her doting--" "Philander!" "-- Aunt?
Don't take me seriously, my boy.

Accept my congratulations, wish you joy, and thank Heaven it isn't that pompous baronet." "Amen!" says John, warmly.
"Now that you allow me a chance, Philander, I want to say just this: it suits me to a dot.

I'm delighted--enchanted.

Of course you'll live in Chicago.