But in all talk St.George had a restful, host-like way of playing the role of opposite to every one who preferred being heard.
"I'll wager the boy hasn't been reading the papers these three months," Amory opined in his pleasant drawl.
"No," St.George confessed; "no, I haven't.

They make me homesick." "Don't maunder," said Chillingworth in polite criticism.

"This is Amory's story, and only about a quarter of the facts yet," he added in a resentful growl.

"It's up at the Boris, in West Fifty-ninth Street--you know the apartment house?
A Miss Holland, an heiress, living there with her aunt, was attacked and nearly murdered by a mulatto woman.

The woman followed her to the elevator and came uncomfortably near stabbing her from the back.