But as he began to read the next paragraph, Travis, her little eyes sparkling with interest and attention, exclaimed: "Just as an engineer would describe it.

Isn't that good!" "Glory hallelujah!" cried Condy, slamming down the book joyfully.
"Travis, you are one in a thousand!" "What--what is it ?' she inquired blankly.
"Never mind, never mind; you're a wonder, that's all"-- and he finished the tale without further explanation.

Then, while he smoked another cigarette and she drank another cup of tea, he read to her "The Return of Imri" and the "Incarnation of Krishna Mulvaney." He found her an easy and enrapt convert to the little Englishman's creed, and for himself tasted the intense delight of revealing to another an appreciation of a literature hitherto ignored.
"Isn't he strong!" cried Travis.

"Just a LITTLE better than Marie Corelli and the Duchess!" "And to think of having all those stories to read! You haven't read any of them yet ?" "Not a one.

I've been reading only the novels we take up in the Wednesday class." "Lord!" muttered Condy.
Condy's spirits had been steadily rising since the incident aboard the whaleback.