"He's the kind of person that you might suppose gave the Catholics a hint for the cloistral life; he's a cloistered nature--the nature that atones and suffers for.

But he's awfully dull company, don't you think?
I never can get anything out of him." "He's very much in earnest." "Remorselessly.

We've got a profane and mundane creature there at the office who runs us all, and it's shocking merely to see the contact of the tyro natures.

When Fulkerson gets to joking Dryfoos--he likes to put his joke in the form of a pretence that Dryfoos is actuated by a selfish motive, that he has an eye to office, and is working up a political interest for himself on the East Side--it's something inexpressible." "I should think so," said Miss Vance, with such lofty disapproval that Beaton felt himself included in it for having merely told what caused it.

He could not help saying, in natural rebellion, "Well, the man of one idea is always a little ridiculous." "When his idea is right ?" she demanded.