I can tell you that fellow felt happy, downright happy when he saw how humbly I listened to him.

He positively swelled up with hope and comfort.

He thought I was going to turn out well, real well.

I was going to pay up just as a vulgar New York father-in-law ought to do, and thank God for the blessed privilege.
Why, he was real eloquent about his blood and his ancestors and the hoary-headed Slosh.

So when he'd finished, I cleared my throat in a nervous, ingratiating kind of way again and I asked him kind of anxiously what he thought would be the proper thing for a base-born New York millionaire to do under the circumstances--what he would approve of himself." Sir Nigel was disgusted to see the narrator twist his mouth into a sweet, shrewd, repressed grin even as he expectorated into the nearest receptacle.