You can't take a decided line against it at present and to snarl would be the worst policy imaginable.
To-day's Thursday.

We'll meet on Saturday.

Good-night," and Robert Pettifer walked away to his own house.
He walked slowly, wondering at the eternal mystery by which this particular man and that individual woman select each other out of the throng.

He owed the greater part of his fortune to the mystery like many another lawyer.

But to-night he would willingly have yielded a good portion of it up if that process of selection could be ordered in a more reasonable way.