Moreover she expected him to be polite.
"Well," she said, "I guess that's a change; your dollars are generally in their wallets.

But this game has to stop." Mossup, the man she did not like, turned in his chair.

He was not sober and his manners were not polished at the best of times.

He sold small tools and hardware for a Winnipeg wholesale firm.
"Say, you might call a bell-boy.

That whisky's rank; I want a different drink." Charnock got up with an awkward movement, but Sadie did not want his help.
"Drinks are served in the bar and the bar is shut," she said.
"I'm stopping here; I hired this room, and as long as I pay it's mine.
We're not in Manitoba, and I guess the law--" Sadie silenced him imperiously.