Only I wouldn't try to see Miss Christie just now; I'd wait for a clearer field.

Hawley is probably not in the best of humor." Fairbain stared into the face of the speaker, uncertain whether or not he was being laughed at.
"Reckon you're right," he acknowledged at last.

"Tired, anyhow--been out all night--thought I'd like to see her again, though--finest looking woman I've met since I came West--remarkable eyes--well, I'll go along to bed--see you again to-morrow, Jack." Keith watched the sturdy figure stomp heavily down the hall-way, loose boards creaking under his positive tread, and smiled to himself at the thought that he might have, indeed, become truly interested in the music hall singer.

Somehow, the doctor did not harmonize with the conception of love, or fit graciously into the picture.

Still, stranger matings had occurred, and Cupid does not ask permission before he plays pranks with hearts.