I let him know with whom he would have to deal.
I left him nerveless and crushed.

He can do nothing save by open revolt.
And if he tries that--well, there will be no more of this wonderful Mr.
Sabin." "Altogether a triumph to you," she remarked scornfully.

"Oh, I know the sort of thing.

But, after all, my dear Ferdinand, what of last night.
I hate the woman, but she played the game, and played it well.

We were fooled, both of us.