He had long ruled, and bullied, others.
By and by a waitress moved some glasses and Cartwright looked up with a start.

The afternoon was nearly over; he must have gone to sleep.
Returning to the office, he gave his bookkeeper some orders and then went to the station.

The pavements were slippery with frost, and tall buildings with yellow lights loomed in the fog.

Cartwright shivered, but reflected that Davies, fighting the snow and gale, was no doubt colder.
For a day or two he must bear the suspense, and then, if no cablegram arrived, he could take it for granted that _Oreana_ had reached the Atlantic.

After dinner he sat by the fire and smoked while Mrs.
Cartwright knitted.
"In the afternoon I went to Mrs.Oliver's and met Mrs.Seaton," she said presently.