If that isn't heartlessness!" "What do you want a man to do ?" growled her husband from behind his cigar.

"Sit in a dark room and wring his hands all day, like a woman?
Men have other things to do in life than mourn the departed." "Franklyn?
I didn't see you." "You seldom do." Mrs.Franklyn-Haldene at once plunged into a discussion of fashion, the one thing that left her husband high and dry, so far as his native irony was concerned.
That same night McQuade concluded some interesting business.

He possessed large interests in the local breweries.

Breweries on the average do not pay very good dividends on stock, so the brewer often establishes a dozen saloons about town to help the business along.
McQuade owned a dozen or more of these saloons, some in the heart of the city, some in the outlying wards of the town.

He conducted the business with his usual shrewdness.