Allen was an ill-disciplined, emotional boy, whose susceptibilities in the matter of girls Dan had already noted.

The combination had its dangers and his anger rose as he followed them at a safe distance.

They prolonged their walk for half an hour, coming at last to the Whitcomb.
Harwood waylaid Allen in the hotel office a moment after Marian had gone to her room.

The young fellow's cheeks were unwontedly bright from the cold or from the excitement of his encounter.
"Halloa! I was going to look you up and ask you to have dinner with me." "You were looking for me in a likely place," replied Harwood coldly.
"See here, Allen, I've been laboring under the delusion that you were a gentleman." "Oh! Have we come to that ?" "You know better than to go loafing through town with a truant school-girl you hardly know.

I suppose it's my fault for introducing you to her.