The old gentleman is in there with Conrad, as bright as a biscuit; he's beat you down.

Well, we did have a good time, didn't we?
And old Lindau and the colonel, didn't they have a good time?
I don't suppose they ever had a chance before to give their theories quite so much air.

Oh, my! how they did ride over us! I'm just going down to see Beaton about the cover of the Christmas number.

I think we ought to try it in three or four colors, if we are going to observe the day at all." He was off before March could pull himself together to ask what Dryfoos wanted at the office at that hour of the morning; he always came in the afternoon on his way up-town.
The fact of his presence renewed the sinister misgivings with which March had parted from him the night before, but Fulkerson's cheerfulness seemed to gainsay them; afterward March did not know whether to attribute this mood to the slipperiness that he was aware of at times in Fulkerson, or to a cynical amusement he might have felt at leaving him alone to the old man, who mounted to his room shortly after March had reached it.
A sort of dumb anger showed itself in his face; his jaw was set so firmly that he did not seem able at once to open it.

He asked, without the ceremonies of greeting, "What does that one-armed Dutchman do on this book ?" "What does he do ?" March echoed, as people are apt to do with a question that is mandatory and offensive.
"Yes, sir, what does he do?
Does he write for it ?" "I suppose you mean Lindau," said March.