"Just think!" he cried.

"The three of them crowded into a four-wheeler, and Anthony sitting deferentially opposite that astonished old jail-bird!" The good little man laughed.

An improper sound it was to come from his manly chest; and what made it worse was the thought that for the least thing, by a mere hair's breadth, he might have taken this affair sentimentally.

But clearly Anthony was no diplomatist.

His brother-in- law must have appeared to him, to use the language of shore people, a perfect philistine with a heart like a flint.