"I'd hate to miss Jenkins entirely." "Good!" exclaimed his companion, as they fell into step.

"Have a cigar ?" "Thanks.

Don't mind if I do." If Bertram's chin was a little higher and his step a little more decided than usual, it was all merely by way of accompaniment to his thoughts.
Certainly it was right that he should go, and it was sensible.

Indeed, it was really almost imperative--due to Billy, as it were--after that disagreeable taunt of Seaver's.

As if she did not want him to go when and where he pleased! As if she would consent for a moment to figure in the eyes of his friends as a tyrannical wife who objected to her husband's passing a social evening with his friends! To be sure, in this particular case, she might not favor Seaver's presence, but even she would not mind this once--and, anyhow, it was Jenkins that was the attraction, not Seaver.