Grace is so--well, so--conscientious, that if she thought I was--er--trifling, you know, with a girl, she'd--she'd have a fit.

Funniest girl you ever saw about those things--perfect paragon." "Is it possible?
Are you not a little strong on that point, old man?
I'm afraid you don't know your sister any better than other men know theirs." "What's that ?" demanded Hugh, suddenly alert and forgetful of the stranger.
"The last person on earth that a man gets acquainted with, I've heard, is his sister," said Veath calmly.

"Go ahead and have a good time, old fellow; your sister isn't so exacting as you think--take my word for it." It was fully five minutes before Hugh could extract himself from the slough of speculation into which those thoughtless words had driven him.
What did Veath know about her ideas on such matters?
Where did he learn so much?
The other spoke to him twice and received no answer.

Finally he shook his arm and said: "Must be love at first sight, Ridge.

Are you spellbound ?" Hugh merely glared at him and he continued imperturbably: "She's pretty beyond a doubt.