For a few moments they conversed in low tones at the gate, then said good-night, K.D.B.
entering the house, the captain bowing with great deference, his hat in his hand.

Then he turned about, glanced once or twice at the house, set his hat at an angle, and disappeared across the square, whistling a tune, his chin in the air.
"Very good, excellent, highly respectable," approved Blix; and Condy himself fetched a sigh of relief.
"Yes, yes, it might have been worse." "We'll never see them again, our 'Matrimonial Objects,'" said Blix, "and they'll never know about us; but we have brought them together.
We've started a romance.

Yes, I think we've done a good day's work.
And now, Condy, I think we had best be thinking of home ourselves.

I'm just beginning to get most awfully sleepy.

What a day we've had!" A sea fog, or rather THE sea fog--San Francisco's old and inseparable companion--had gathered by the time they reached the top of the Washington Street hill.