He's a gentleman." He pointed again to Orlando.

"He's a gentleman from away back in God's country, wherever that is, and she's the best of the best of the very best.
"You can bet your greasy old boots and ugly face that you've got a bigger fortune in that wife of yours than you've any right to.

Say, she's a queen, Mister, and don't you forget it, and"-- he drawled out his words--"you go inside your house and get down on your knees, same as you do in the Meeting House, and thank the Lord you love so well for all his blessings.

As my friend here said a little while back"-- he pointed to Orlando again--"'Damn you, Mazarine!' Go and hide yourself." The old man stood for a moment dumbfounded; then, without a word, he turned and hunched inside the house.
"He raised his horsewhip ag'in' a woman, did he ?" said one of Orlando's ranchmen.

"Ain't that a matter we got to take notice of ?" "Boys," said Orlando as he motioned them to be off, "Mrs.Mazarine can take care of herself.