"Trenby's a very decent fellow, I should imagine, and comes of good old stock." "Oh, yes, he's all that." Kitty metaphorically tossed the whole pack of qualifications into the dustbin.

"But he's got the devil's own temper when he's roused and he's filled to the brim with good old-fashioned notions about a man being master in his own house, et cetera.

And no man will ever be master in his own house while Nan's in it--unless he breaks her." St.John stirred restlessly.
"Things are a bit complicated sometimes, aren't they ?" he said in a rather tired voice.

"Still"-- with an effort--"we must hope for the best.

You've jumped far ahead of the actual state of affairs at present." "Roger's tagging round after her from morning to night." "He's not the first man to do that," submitted Lord.