I think he's quite a good sort--in his own sardonic way.

And he is a great friend of yours, too, isn't he?
That fact would count vastly in his favour if I thought of marrying at all.

But, you see--I don't." "I call that uncommon hard on Fletcher," observed Jack.
She opened her blue eyes very wide.

"My dear man, why ?" "After waiting for you all this time," he explained, suffering his arms to fall away from her.
She still gazed at him in astonishment.

"Jack! But I never asked him to wait!" He turned from her with a shrug of the shoulders.