You are Connie's brother-in-law and you ought to be able to set me straight." "Ah, I see," said Brock vaguely.
"You do ?" queried the other, surprise and doubt in his face.
"No, I should say I don't, don't you see," substituted Brock.
"I was wondering how you _could_ have seen.

It's a matter I haven't discussed with anyone.

I've come to have a liking for you, Roxbury.
You're my sort; you have a sort of New York feeling about you.

I'm sure you're enough of a sport to give me unprejudiced advice.

Hands across the sea, see?
Well, to get right down to the point, old man,--you'll pardon my plain speech,--I think Constance ought to marry an American." Brock sat up very straight.