And then, like a dark cloud, came the recollection of how he had obtained the information upon which his success was based.
“I can never name it to a soul,” he muttered. “I must have been mad.”
Volume One—Chapter Sixteen.
Gartram Takes his Dose.
“It’s all right, I tell you, my dear boy. You don’t understand women yet. A girl who says snap the moment you say snip, isn’t worth having. A good, true woman takes some wooing and winning; and no wonder, for it is a tremendous surrender for her to make.”
“Yes, sir, you are quite right, but—”
“Yes; never mind the buts, Glyddyr. I could put my foot down, and say: ‘Claude, my dear, there’s your husband,’ but it would mean a scene, and a lot of excitement, and I should be ill—perhaps have one of my confounded fits.”
“But without going so far as that, sir, couldn’t you—just a little, you know—parental authority—you understand. I am kept back so terribly as yet.”