That would of course oblige me to stay with grandmother." "Of course," assented Von Rosen, but he said inwardly, "Hang Grandmother." In his inmost self, Von Rosen was not a model clergyman.

He, however, had no reason whatever to hang grandmother, but quite the reverse, although he did not so conclude, as he considered the matter on his way home.

It seemed to him that this darling of a girl was fairly hedged in by a barbed wire fence of feminine relatives.
He passed the Edes' house on his way and saw that a number of the upper windows were still lighted.

He even heard a masculine voice pitched on a high cadence of joy and triumph.

He smiled a little scornfully.