That's right, isn't it, Wingate ?" "You seem to know," was the cool reply.
"Not 't tall sure," Dredlinton went on, balancing himself with difficulty, "that your new conquest would altogether approve of this, you know.

Wingate, let me tell you that Flossie is a very dangerous young lady--destroys the peace of everybody--can't sleep myself for thinking of her.

Not your sort at all, Wingate.

We know your sort, don't we, eh ?" Wingate remained contemptuously silent.

Kendrick rose from his place and laid his hand on Dredlinton's shoulder.
"Come and sit down, Dredlinton," he said shortly.