When a woman who has held a job without a break for eleven years can feel such a flame of enthusiasm, you can be pretty sure, I think, it is the deepest part of her.
At least I feel that way," he said.

"And I believe the only way to keep near her--for the present, anyhow--is to help her in her work." When Baird had gone, Roger found himself angry.
"I'm not in the habit, young man," he thought, "of throwing my daughter at gentlemen's heads.

If you feel as calm and contented as that you can go to the devil! Far be it from me to lift a hand! In fact, as I come to think of it, you would probably make her a mighty poor husband!" He worked himself into quite a rage.

But an hour later, when he had subsided, "Hold on," he thought.

"Am I right about this?
Is the man as contented as he talks?
No, sir, not for a minute he isn't! But what can he do?
If he tried making love to Deborah he'd simply be killing his chances.