Didn't stop with her, though.
HAWCASTLE
[angrily]
Why not?
ALMERIC
A sort of man in the village got me to go look at a bull-terrier pup. Wonderful little beast for points. Jolly luck—wasn't it? He's got a head on him—
HAWCASTLE
[bitterly]
We'll concede his tremendous advantage over you in that respect.[pg 030]
[Throws his cigar disgustedly into one of the coffee-cups on the table.]