We have conversed at the table down-stairs." "I suppose any sort of a man in a decent suit of clothes looks good enough to talk to out here.

But don't let Beaton fool you.

He's only a tin-horn sport." "Then it is the other ?" "Sure; he's the real thing.

Not much to look at, maybe, but he fairly oozes the long green.

He's a lawyer." "Oh, indeed," and Miss Donovan's eyes darkened.