"I wonder at fellows who spend their life worming money out of other people for wild-cat schemes instead of taking to some honest trade."
There was a pause. Then Adela fitted her glasses on her nose, and observed, with a careful imitation of Tom's forms of expression,
"I wonder at fellows who drift through life in subordinate positions without the—the spunk—to try and do anything for themselves."
"Women have no idea of honesty."
"Men are such jealous creatures."
"I'm not jealous of him," Tom blurted out.
"Of who?" asked Adela.
She was keeping the cooler of the pair.
"Confound those beastly flies," said Tom, peevishly. There was a fly or two about, but Adela smiled in a superior way. "I suppose I've some right to express an opinion," continued Tom. "You know what I feel about the Dennisons, and—well, it's not only the Dennisons."
"Oh! the Valentines?"