The instinct is hereditary." Louis had just made a brilliant series of cannons, and was marking fifty to his score.

If he had not been so absorbed in his game, he would have seen that Tyson was angry; and Tyson when he was angry was not at all nice to see.
He made himself very stiff as he answered, "Whether I'm a gentleman or not I can't say.

It's an abstruse question.

But I've got the girl on my side, which is a point in my favor; I have the weighty support of my mamma-in-law elect; and--the prejudices of papa I shall subdue by degrees." "By degrees?
What degrees ?" Again the question was unkind.

It referred to a phase of Tyson's university career which he least liked to look back upon.
"And how about Mrs.Hathaway ?" "Damn Mrs.Hathaway," said Tyson.
"Poor lady, isn't she sufficiently damned already ?" The twinkle came back into Tyson's eyes, but there was gloom in the rest of his face.