"Oh, about forty, I should think."
The listener's eyes brightened by ten years.
"What does he look like?"
"Oh, people are so difficult to describe, Ranny."
"You can describe them all right when you try."
"Well," ... Tucker's excitement became intense ... "well, he looks like the husband on the stage with a dash of powder above the ears, who wins the weak young wife back again in the last act."
With a long deep breath, Tucker rose to his feet. He felt like a different man, a strong, dangerous fellow.
"Dear girl," said the masculine voice below him, "you're not going to let this man make love to you."
"Oh, Ranny, he's never tried. He's much too dignified and reserved."
"But if he did try, you would not let him?"