And eveybody would talk about him as a great success in life; but we--you and I and Tommy--who know him better, would feel that it was all a ghastly failure." Mr.Lewis Haystoun's character erred in its simplicity, for it was at the mercy of every friend for comment.
"What makes you dread the women so ?" asked Arthur with a smile.
"I don't dread 'em.

They are all that's good, and a great deal better than most men.

But then, you know, if you get a man really first-class he's so much better than all but the very best women that you've got to look after him.

To ordinary beggars like myself it doesn't matter a straw, but I won't have Lewie throwing himself away." "Then is the ancient race of the Haystouns to disappear from the earth ?" "Oh, there are women fit for him, sure enough, but you won't find them at every garden party.

Why, to find the proper woman would be the making of the man, and I should never have another doubt about him.