"I'm just taking a car, anyhow." "Then I'll ride home with you and walk back.

I want to talk with a woman--a sensible woman--not easy to find in this town." Margaret was disliking him, his manner was so offensively familiar and patronizing--and her plans concerning him made her contemptuous of herself, and therefore resentful against him.

"I'm greatly flattered," said she.
"No, you're not.

But you ought to be.

I suppose if you had met that old chap on the pedestal there when he was my age you'd have felt toward him much as you do toward me." "And I suppose he'd have been just about as much affected by it as you are." "Just about.