Constance looked up with a new interest in her ever sprightly face.
"Well, you see, he's working so hard to square himself with Medcroft for the break he made about the windows, that he's taking his spite out on all American architects.

Confound him, he persists in saying I'm all right, but God deliver him from those demmed rotters, the American builders.

He says he wouldn't let one of us build a hencoop for him, much less a dog kennel.

Oh, I say, Connie, don't laugh! How would you like it if--" But both of them were laughing at him so merrily that he joined them at once.

Burton and O'Brien, who had come in, were smiling discreetly.
"Come, Roxbury, what do you say to a good long walk ?" cried Constance.
"I must talk to you seriously about a great many things, beginning with egotism." He set forth with alacrity, rejoicing in spite of his limitations.
Upon their return from the delightful stroll along the mountain side, she went at once to her room to dress for dinner.