It's bound to do so much for him." She threw a sharp little glance at Dwight, and scowled, for she thought she detected a smile.
"He's doing something for the club," Dwight was saying cheerfully.
"Some of those chaps are a bit too refined and remote for this raw crude city of ours.

And Joe is getting back enough of his old vim and passion, his wild radical ideas of what may still be done with the town, so that he jars on such sensitive souls--makes 'em frown and bite their moustaches like the husbands in French plays.

On the other hand some are decidedly for him.

I hear them discuss him now and then." "Oh, how nice!" sighed Ethel.
At times she grew so impatient to get Joe into this other world.

But she had to be very careful.