He's pushing the people a little too far lately.

I tell him so to his face--I oppose him all I can.

But of course he's the boss." Ambrose began to feel an obscure and discomforting indignation at his visitor.

He wished he would go.
"You really must see our plant before you go back," said Strange; "the model farm, the dairy herd, the flourmill, the sawmill.

Will you come up to-morrow and let me take you about ?" His glibness had the effect of rendering Ambrose monosyllabic.