He was an exile from Portugal and it seems to me these foreigners hang on together more than we do.

I am only too glad for her to be with him as much as she chooses.

It is just a little unfortunate that his friends should sometimes be--well, a trifle distasteful, but--one must put up with it.

One must put up with it, eh?
After all, Rosario was a man very well spoken of.

There was no reason why he shouldn't have come to my house.