"You never dreamed she'd fall in love with me." "Josh," said Grant, "I wish you wouldn't say that sort of thing.

It's not considered proper in this part of the country for a gentleman to speak out that way about women." "What's there to be ashamed of in being in love?
Besides, aren't you my best friend, the one I confide everything to ?" "You confide everything to everybody." Craig looked amused.

"There are only two that can keep a secret," said he, "nobody and everybody.

I trust either the one or the other, and neither has ever betrayed me." "To go back to the original subject: I'd prefer you didn't talk to me in that way about that particular young lady." "Why ?...

Because you're in love with her, yourself ?" Grant silently stared at the floor.
"Poor old chap," said Craig sympathetically.
Arkwright winced, started to protest, decided it was just as well to let Craig think what he pleased at that juncture.
"Poor old chap!" repeated Josh.