"I'm jolly sorry for my ancestors." Well--that is the way I like to hear a young man talk.

It was the modern expression of the perfect gentle knight.

In so far as went his heart's intention and his soul's strength to assure it, I had no fear for Betty's happiness.

He gave it to her fully into her own hands; whether she would throw it away or otherwise misuse it was another matter.
Though I have ever loved women, en tout bien et tout honneur, their ways have never ceased from causing me mystification.

I think I can size up a man, especially given such an opportunity as I had in the case of Willie Connor--I have been more or less trained in the business all my man's life; but Betty Fairfax, whom I had known intimately for as many years as she could remember, puzzled me exceedingly.