For that matter, Katy did not need any reason for loving anybody.

Even Isa stifled a feeling she was unable to understand, and declared that Miss Minorkey was smart, and just suited to Albert; and she supposed that Albert, with all his crotchets and theories, might make a person like Miss Minorkey happy.

It wasn't every woman that could put up with them, you know.
But it was not about the prosperous but uninteresting courtship of two people with "idees" that I set out to tell in this chapter.

If Charlton got on smoothly with Helen Minorkey, and if he had no more serious and one-sided outbreaks with his step-father, he did not get on with his sister's lover.
Westcott had been drinking all of one night with some old cronies of the Elysian Club, and his merry time of the night was subsiding into a quarrelsome time in the morning.

He was able, when he was sober, to smother his resentment towards Albert, for there is no better ambush than an entirely idiotic giggle.