He had never supposed before that he was chivalrous in such matters, but he now began to see it in that light, and he wondered that he could ever have entertained for a moment the idea of throwing March over.
"But Ah most say," Miss Woodburn went on, "Ah don't envy you you' next interview with Mr.Dryfoos.Ah suppose you'll have to see him at once aboat it." The conjecture recalled Fulkerson to the object of his confidences.

"Ah, there's where your help comes in.

I've exhausted all the influence I have with Dryfoos--" "Good gracious, you don't expect Ah could have any!" They both laughed at the comic dismay with which she conveyed the preposterous notion; and Fulkerson said, "If I judged from myself, I should expect you to bring him round instantly." "Oh, thank you, Mr.Fulkerson," she said, with mock meekness.
"Not at all.

But it isn't Dryfoos I want you to help me with; it's your father.

I want your father to interview Dryfoos for me, and I-I'm afraid to ask him." "Poo' Mr.Fulkerson!" she said, and she insinuated something through her burlesque compassion that lifted him to the skies.