He shows rich girls how to sing.

She stared at him.
"But look here," she said emphatically.

"I'm a rich girl--I'm very well off--and I certainly propose to sing! I used to, in the choir at home--and I was told I had quite a voice! And I meant to take lessons in New York--of a tall dark man with curly hair--" "Dwight," said Nourse, "is fair and fat." "Never mind.

Then he probably has blue eyes.

And they twinkle at you--in the friendliest way--" "Young woman, I'm your husband's friend." "Never mind if you are.