I would hate to see them lose out.

You understand ?" His brother-in-law turned his eyes upon him, gazed at him steadily for a few moments, then taking his hand, shook it warmly, exclaiming, "Perfectly, old chap, perfectly--good sort, Gwynne--good family.

Girl of the finest--hope you put it off, old boy.

Madame has put me on, you know, eh, what?
Jolly good thing." "Now what the deuce do you mean ?" said Romayne angrily.
"All right--don't wish to intrude, don't you know.

Fine girl though--quite the finest thing I've seen--could go anywhere." His brother-in-law's face flushed fiery red.