"Be sure you see him this morning, though, and before half-past nine." "You're particular about that, eh ?" "Yes, it's rather important," she admitted, and blushed furiously.
Westlake patted his daughter on the shoulder.
"Hallie," said He, "if Billy only had your common-sense business instinct, I wouldn't ask for anything else in this world; but Billy is a saphead." Mr.Westlake, thinking that he understood the matter very thoroughly, though in reality overunderstanding it--nice word, that--took it upon himself with considerable seriousness to hunt up Sam Turner; but it was fully nine-thirty before he found that energetic young man.

Sam was just going down the driveway in a neat little trap behind a team of spirited grays.
"Wait a minute, Sam, wait a minute," hailed Westlake, puffing laboriously across the closely cropped lawn.
Sam held up his horses abruptly, and they stood swinging their heads and champing at their bits, while Sam, with a trace of a frown, looked at his watch.
"What's your rush ?" asked Westlake.

"I've been hunting for you everywhere.

I want to talk about some important features of that Marsh Pulp Company of yours." "All right," said Sam.

"I'm open for conversation.