"Who is he, Allan?
You know him." "Yes--he is--he is a chap I met when I was on the Force." "A Policeman ?" "No, no," replied her brother hastily.
"What then?
Does he live here ?" "He lives somewhere south.

Don't know exactly where he lives." "What is he?
A rancher ?" "A rancher?
Ah--yes, yes, he is a rancher I fancy.

Don't know very well.
That is--I have seen little of him--in fact--only a couple of times--or so." "He seems to know you, Allan," said his sister a little reproachfully.
"Anyway," she continued with a deep breath, "he is just splendid." Dr.
Martin glanced at her face glowing with enthusiasm and was shamefully conscious of a jealous pang at his heart.

"He is just splendid," continued Moira, with growing enthusiasm, "and I mean to know more of him." "What ?" said her brother sharply, as if waking from a dream.

"Nonsense, Moira! You do not know what you are talking about.