To a gentleman like Paul Savelli, the thing's unthinkable." Colonel Winwood selected a fresh cigar, clipped off the end, and lit it from a silver spirit lamp by his side.

He blew out the first exquisite puff--the smoker's paradise would be the one first full and fragrant, virginal puff of an infinite succession of perfect cigars--looked anxiously at the glowing point to see that it was exactly lighted, and leaned back in his chair.
"What you say, dear," said he, "is plausible.

Plausible almost to the point of conviction.

But there's a hole somewhere in your argument, I'm sure, and I'm too tired after my journey to find it." Thus, as the stars in their courses fought against Sisera, so did they fight for Paul; and in both cases they used a woman as their instrument.
Colonel Winwood, in spite of a masculine air of superiority, joined with the Archbishops and Cabinet Ministers above referred to in their appreciation of his sister's judgment.

After all, what business of his were the private affairs of his involuntary guest?
He paid him a visit the next day, and found him lying on a couch by the sunny window, clad in dressing gown and slippers.