You kin gather 'em in now for an ounce a pair and clear two on the deal.

A cinch, Matt, a dead open an' shut." "The devil take you an' yer cinches! It's Nora darlin' I have in me mind the while." They bade good-by to Frona and St.Vincent and went off disputing under the stars in the direction of the Opera House.
Gregory St.Vincent heaved an audible sigh.

"At last." "At last what ?" Frona asked, incuriously.
"At last the first opportunity for me to tell you how well you did.
You carried off the final scene wonderfully; so well that it seemed you were really passing out of my life forever." "What a misfortune!" "It was terrible." "No." "But, yes.

I took the whole condition upon myself.

You were not Nora, you were Frona; nor I Torvald, but Gregory.