He soon noted that something was at work in Josh's mind to make him so silent and glum, so different from his usual voluble, flamboyant self.

"What's up, Josh?
What deviltry are you plotting now to add to poor old Stillwater's nervous indigestion ?" "I'm thinking about marriage," said Craig, lighting a cigarette and dropping into the faded magnificence of an ex-salon chair.
"Good business!" exclaimed Arkwright.
"It's far more important that you get married than that I do," explained Craig.

"At present you don't amount to a damn.

You're like one of those twittering swallows out there.

As a married man you'd at least have the validity that attaches to every husband and father." "If I could find the right girl," said Grant.
"I thought I had found her for you," continued Craig.