I should think he has one of the biggest plants in Massachusetts.

I must make you acquainted with him." Philip frowned slightly.
"That is very kind of you, Mr.Greene," he acknowledged, "but do you know I would very much rather not talk business with any one while I am on the steamer?
I am a little overworked and I need the rest." Elizabeth Dalstan looked at her vis-a-vis with some renewal of her former interest.

She saw a young man who was, without doubt, good-looking, although he certainly had an over-tired and somewhat depressed appearance.

His cheeks were colourless, and there were little dark lines under his eyes as though he suffered from sleeplessness.

He was clean-shaven and he had the sensitive mouth of an artist.