And yet, after all that, you think that I could be swayed by the miserable schemes of a lot of Biggs's nieces! And you scowl at a fellow, and get huffy and jealous.

By Jove!" After this speech, which was delivered with unusual animation, Hawbury lighted a cigar, which he puffed at most energetically.
"All right, old boy," said Dacres.

"A fellow's apt to judge others by himself, you know.

Don't make any more set speeches, though.

I begin to understand your position.