Women are like extinct volcanos; they are most to be dreaded when written perfectly harmless." Warrington shook his head and laughed.

Here the coffee came in.

He dismissed his man, and poured the nectar himself.
"You are the one man I know who never asks to sweeten my coffee," she observed.
"And yet I had to learn.

You haven't taught this other fellow yet, I see.

Is he warranted house-broken, or will he have to be chained ?" "He will not have to be chained; and a man who is a recluse seldom has to be broken in." "A recluse?
What's his hobby: butterflies, stones, stamps, or coins ?--No, girl; I don't mean that.