She was the real manager of the household affairs, for all that he paid the bills.
Some day she would marry a proper man; but heaven keep that day as far off as possible.

What would he do without Kitty?
Always ready to perch on his knee, to smooth the day-cares from his forehead, to fend off trouble, to make laughter in the house.

He was not going to love the man who eventually carried her off.

He was always dreading that day; young men about the house, the yacht and the summer home worried him.

The whole lot of them were not worthy to tie the laces of her shoes, much as they might yearn to do so.
And all Webb wanted was a tailor! He would give a hundred for the right to tell this scare to the boys at the club, but Webb's ingenuous confidence did not merit betrayal.