"I was thinking," said she reflectively, "what a brave whistler you are." "Whistler ?" "Whistling to keep up your courage.

No, rather, whistling FOR courage.
You are on your knees before wealth and social position, and you wish to convince yourself--and the world--that you despise them." "_I_?
Wealth?
Social position ?" Craig exclaimed, or rather, blustered.
And, red and confused, he was at a loss for words.
"Yes--you," asserted she, in her quiet, tranquil way.

"Don't bluster at me.

You didn't bluster at the Court this morning." She laughed softly, eyeing him with friendly sarcasm.

"You see, I'm 'on to' you, Mr.Craig." Their eyes met--a resolute encounter.