The glass was full to the brim but his fingers were perfectly steady.

He looked down the table towards Phipps, whose expression was noncommittal, and gently disemburdened himself of Flossie's arm, which had stolen through his.
"I think you are the most wonderful man I ever met," she confided.
"You're a brick," Sarah whispered in his ear.

"Come and see me off the premises, there's a dear.

Jimmy won't be ready for hours yet and I want to get home." Wingate rose at once, made his adieux and accompanied Sarah to the door, followed by a reproachful glance from Flossie.

The former took his arm and held it tightly as they passed along the corridor.
"I think that you are the dearest man I ever knew, Mr.Wingate," she said, "just as I think that Josephine is the dearest woman, and I hope more than anything in the world--well, you know what I hope." "I think I do," Wingate replied.