Of course, she isn't fit to be a wife, but for her type and as a type she's splendid." Arkwright felt like kicking him and showed it.

"What a bounder you are at times, Josh," he snapped.
Craig laughed and slapped him on the back.

"There you go again, with your absurd notions of delicacy.

Believe me, Grant, you don't understand women.

They don't like you delicate fellows.