"But what's a man without a woman about ?" "You want a wife, and you want her quick," said Arkwright.
"You saw what a condition my clothes are in.

Then, I need somebody to talk with." "To talk to," corrected Grant.
"I can't have you round all the time to talk to." "Heaven forbid!" cried Arkwright.

"You never talk about anything but yourself." "Some day, my boy," said Josh, with his grave good humor of the great man tolerating the antics of a mountebank, "you'll appreciate it wasn't the subject that was dull, but the ears.

For the day'll come when everybody'll be thinking and talking about me most of the time." Arkwright grinned.

"It's lucky you don't let go before everybody like that." "Yes, but I do," rejoined Craig.