But I am surprised at Mr.Fulkerson." "Well, Fulkerson has his moments of being merely human, too." Mrs.March would not deign a direct defence of her favorite.

"Well, I'm glad there are not to be ladies." "I don't know.

Dryfoos thought of having ladies, but it seems your infallible Fulkerson overruled him.

Their presence might have kept Lindau and our host in bounds." It had become part of the Marches' conjugal joke for him to pretend that she could allow nothing wrong in Fulkerson, and he now laughed with a mocking air of having expected it when she said: "Well, then, if Mr.
Fulkerson says he will see that it all comes out right, I suppose you must trust his tact.

I wouldn't trust yours, Basil.