"I want a wife that suits me," said he.

"And I'll get her." It was Arkwright's turn to be amused.

"There's one game you don't in the least understand," said he.
"What game is that ?" "The woman game." Craig shrugged contemptuously.

"Marbles! Jacks!" Then he added: "Now that I'm about ready to marry, I'll look the offerings over." He clapped his friend on the shoulder.

"And you can bet your last cent I'll take what I want." "Don't be too sure," jeered Arkwright.
The brougham was passing a street lamp that for an instant illuminated Craig's face.