Sit up to her, Josh.

You can lay the flattery on as thick as her paint and as high as her topknot of false hair.

If she takes to you your fortune's made." "I tell you, my fortune is not dependent on--" began Craig vehemently.
"Cut it out, old man," interrupted Arkwright.

"No stump speeches here.
They don't go.

They bore people and create an impression that you're both ridiculous and hypocritical." Arkwright left Josh with Towler's daughter, Mrs.Raymond, who was by no means the horror Arkwright's language of fashionable exaggeration had pictured, and who endured Craig's sophomoric eulogies of "your great and revered father," because the eulogist was young and handsome, and obviously anxious to please her.