These were the things he was thinking over when he walked up and down the deck in unamiable solitariness.

Rosy awakened to the amazed consciousness of the fact that, instead of being pleased with the luxury and prettiness of her wardrobe and appointments, he seemed to dislike and disdain them.
"You American women change your clothes too much and think too much of them," was one of his first amiable criticisms.

"You spend more than well-bred women should spend on mere dresses and bonnets.

In New York it always strikes an Englishman that the women look endimanche at whatever time of day you come across them." "Oh, Nigel!" cried Rosy woefully.

She could not think of anything more to say than, "Oh, Nigel!" "I am sorry to say it is true," he replied loftily.