Hum! He's made a hit, ain't he?
I expect some unprotected female's heart broke at that signal.

I cal'late I know him." "Who?
Which one?
Oh, that's young Corcoran Dunn.

He is a lady-killer, in his own estimation.

How d'ye do, Dunn." The young man turning grinning from the window, caught a glimpse of the lawyer as the latter rose to identify him.

He strolled over to the fire.
"Hello, Sylvester," he hailed, carelessly.