Why, d--n it, I believe you're a gentleman!" Arnold laughed softly.
"My dear Isaac," he retorted, "I am as I was born and made.

You can't blame me for that, can you?
Besides,--" He broke off suddenly.

A little murmur from the girl behind reminded him of her presence.

He passed on to the door.
"Good night, Isaac," he said.

"Look after Ruth.