She is frequently at the Henshaw home." "Hm-m." Calderwell still eyed his host shrewdly.

"Then you'll give me a clear field, eh ?" "Certainly." Arkwright's eyes met his friend's gaze without swerving.
"All right.

However, I suppose you'll tell me, as I did you, once, that a right of way in such a case doesn't mean a thoroughfare for the party interested.

If my memory serves me, I gave you right of way in Paris to win the affections of a certain elusive Miss Billy here in Boston, if you could.

But I see you didn't seem to improve your opportunities," he finished teasingly.
Arkwright stooped, of a sudden, to pick up a bit of paper from the floor.
"No," he said quietly.