Thank you for taking the trouble to explain.
Good-morning." Beaton bowed himself off, without offering to shake hands.
Fulkerson came in after a while from the outer office, and Mr.Dryfoos followed him.

"Well, what do you think of our art editor ?" "Is he our art editor ?" asked March.

"I wasn't quite certain when he left." "Did he take the books ?" "Yes, he took the books." "I guess he's all right, then." Fulkerson added, in concession to the umbrage he detected in March.
"Beaton has his times of being the greatest ass in the solar system, but he usually takes it out in personal conduct.

When it comes to work, he's a regular horse." "He appears to have compromised for the present by being a perfect mule," said March.
"Well, he's in a transition state," Fulkerson allowed.

"He's the man for us.