I'm one of those men who are born to be free, who've got to fill their lungs with air, who must get out into the wilds if they're to live--God! I'd sooner be snowed up on a battlefield than smirk at a damned afternoon tea-party any day in the week! If I want a woman, I like to take her by her hair and swing her up behind me on the saddle and ride away with her--" "Lord! That's lovely," said I."How often have you done it ?" "I've never done that exactly, you silly ass," said he.

"But that's my attitude, my philosophy.

You see how impossible it would be for me to tie myself for life to the stay-strings of one flip of a thing in petticoats." "You're a blessed innocent," said I.
Adrian sauntering through the French window of my library joined us on the terrace.

Jaffery, forgetful of his attitude, his philosophy, caught him by the shoulders and shook him in pain-dealing exuberance.

Old Adrian was going to be married.