To tell the truth, I think it would have come better from him; but that is a matter of opinion.

I shall tell him very plainly what I think about it; and if he is angry, why, I suppose I must leave his house; that will be all." "Look here, Crosbie; do not begin your conversation with the purpose of angering him.

He is not a bad-hearted man, but is very obstinate." "I can be quite as obstinate as he." And, then, without further parley, they went in among the turnips, and each swore against his luck as he missed his birds.

There are certain phases of mind in which a man can neither ride nor shoot, nor play a stroke at billiards, nor remember a card at whist,--and to such a phase of mind had come both Crosbie and Dale after their conversation over the gate.
They were not above fifteen minutes late at the trysting-place, but nevertheless, punctual though they had been, the girls were there before them.

Of course the first inquiries were made about the game, and of course the gentlemen declared that the birds were scarcer than they had ever been before, that the dogs were wilder, and their luck more excruciatingly bad,--to all which apologies very little attention was paid.