He had fine eyes, in the corners of which always lurked mirth and mischief; for he possessed above all things an inexhaustible fund of dry humor.

His lines seldom provoked rough laughter; rather, silent chuckles.
Warrington's scowl abated none.

In business, women were generally nuisances; they were always taking impossible stands.

He would find some way out; he was determined not to submit to the imperious fancies of an actress, however famous she might be.
"Sir, will you aid a lady in distress ?" The voice was tremulous, but as rich in tone as the diapason of an organ.
Warrington looked up from his cigar to behold a handsome young woman standing at the side of his table.

Her round, smooth cheeks were flushed, and on the lower lids of her splendid dark eyes tears of shame trembled and threatened to fall.