Marry her.

She is all and more than you wish her to be.

Will you go now ?" Cathewe bowed and turned on his heel.

Breitmann had really got the better of him.
A peculiar interview, and only two strong men could have handled it in so few words.

Not a word above normal tones; once or twice only, in the flutter of the eyelids or in the gesture of the hands, was there any sign that had these been primitive times the two would have gone joyously at each other's throats.
"I owed her that much," said Breitmann as he locked the door.
"It did not matter at all to me," was Cathewe's thought, as he knocked on Fitzgerald's door and heard his cheery call, "I only wanted to know what sort of man he is." "Oh, I really don't know whether I like him or not," declared Fitzgerald.