No; I can't tell you why he--whoever he is--so leaves us in protracted peace.

Perhaps he's fattening us," and the old gray buccaneer cheered the conversation with a laugh as strident as saw-filing.
Richard and Dorothy, following the selfish fashion of lovers, thought on nothing but themselves.

Our young journalist's contributions to the _Daily Tory_ fell away in both quantity and quality, and the editor commented thereon sarcastically, saying they were becoming "baggy at the knee." Richard did not resent the criticism; he cheered himself with the theory that when he had recovered from his happiness he would do better.
Meanwhile, he and Dorothy privily appointed their nuptials for the first of June, taking Bess into the secret.
Dorothy asked Richard how he had rescued her father from beneath the hand of Storri; which natural inquisition Richard avoided in right man-fashion by kissing the questioning lips and saying that Dorothy wouldn't understand.
Mrs.Hanway-Harley was different from Dorothy.

With a wifely experience of many years to guide her, she did not ask Mr.Harley why he had gone to furious war with Storri.

Mrs.Hanway-Harley would not put the query for two reasons: Mr.Harley would prevaricate; besides, Mrs.
Hanway-Harley knew.