Well, here's to you!" "Cut who out ?" asked Fleetwood, ignoring O'Hara's parting shot concerning the decadence of the Fleetwood stables and their owner.
"Stephen Siward.

I always said that he was sure, sooner or later, to land in the family ditch.

He has a right to, of course; the gutter is public property." "It's a damned sad thing," said Fleetwood slowly.
After a pause Plank said: "I think so, too.

...

I don't know him very well." "You may know him better now," said O'Hara insolently.
Plank reddened, and, after a moment: "I should be glad to, if he cares to know me." "Mortimer doesn't care for him, but he's an awfully good fellow, all the same," said Fleetwood, turning to Plank; "he's been an ass, but who hasn't?
I like him tremendously, and I feel very bad over the mess he made of it after that crazy dinner I gave in my rooms.