"That young chap, Winthrope, seems to have the way to her door all to himself," responded the gloomy one.
"Who did you say?"
"Winthrope."
"I told you to get him out of the way."
"Well?"
"Well?"
"He can't be got out so easy," cried Monroe, with asperity. "He's an immovable, unapproachable, indefinable young cuss, who can't be inveigled."
"Have you given it up?"
"Oh, not yet."
"What you leading up to now?" asked Peter.