"Very well, madam," said he.

"In that case I can only say that I have the honor to wish you a very good morning." He raised his broad straw hat and strode away up the gravel path, while the widow looked after him with twinkling eyes.

She was surprised herself to find that she liked the Doctor better the more masculine and aggressive he became.

It was unreasonable and against all principle, and yet so it was and no argument could mend the matter.
Very hot and angry, the Doctor retired into his room and sat down to read his paper.

Ida had retired, and the distant wails of the bugle showed that she was upstairs in her boudoir.