Did ye remark the way she melted to him beauty swooning at the sight of temptation! Bad luck to him! Who is he at all ?" They dispersed laughing and followed by O'Moy's scowling eyes.

It annoyed him that his wife's thoughtless conduct should render her the butt of such jests as these, and perhaps a subject for lewd gossip.

He would speak to her about it later.

Meanwhile the marshal had linked arms with him.
"Since the privilege must be postponed," said he, "suppose that we seek supper.

I have always found that a man can best heal in his stomach the wounds taken by his heart." His fleshy bulk afforded a certain prima-facie confirmation of the dictum.
With a roll more suggestive of the quarter-deck than the saddle, the great man bore off O'Moy in quest of material consolation.