How fast the car was moving, and those young clouds.
Palgrave helped her out with a hot hand.
She opened the door with her latch-key.

"Thank you, Gilbert," she said.
"Good night." But Palgrave followed her in.

"Don't you think I've earned the right to one cigarette ?" He threw his coat into a chair in the hall and hung his hat on the longest point of an antler.

It was a new thing for this much flattered man to ask for favors.

This young thing's exultant youth made him feel old and rather humble.
"There are sandwiches in the dining room and various things to drink," said Joan, waving her hand toward it.
"No, no.