I haven't forgotten your disgraceful conduct in collecting photographs of that homely daughter of a certain English duke.
We'll call the incident closed, little brother." "Our friend Chauvenet, even," continued Captain Claiborne, "is less persistent--less gloomily present on the horizon.

We haven't seen him for a week or two.

But he expects to visit Washington this spring.

His waistcoats are magnificent.

The governor shies every time the fellow unbuttons his coat." "Mr.Chauvenet is an accomplished man of the world," declared Shirley with an insincere sparkle in her eyes.
"He lives by his wits--and lives well." Claiborne dismissed Chauvenet and turned again toward the strange young man, who was still deep in his newspaper.
"He's reading the _Neue Freie Presse_," remarked Dick, "by which token I argue that he's some sort of a Dutchman.