They never appreciated a man who kept appointments exactly.

Not less fatuous at heart, in truth, was he, than the unfortunate Van Slyke.

But his manner was perfection as he saluted her and bade the caddy build their tees.
The girl, however, was now plainly vexed.

Her mouth had drawn a trifle tight and the tilt of her chin was determined.

Her eyes were far from soft, as she surveyed this delinquent fiance.
"I don't like you a bit, today, Wally," said she, as he deliberated over the club-bag, choosing a driver.