Denton, who speaks in the clipped cadence of the Oxford-educated Brit he is, has built quite a castle.
When she approached Cherry, he told her the line was too expensive "and he dismissively walked towards Denton and McDonough."
At this point in his life, Denton has enough filthy lucre in his bank account to affect a certain lack of interest in the stuff.
A needlebeam and a good marksman could pluck away the Denton and her hand along with it, without much real risk to Ermetyne.
So Denton had to resume his ineffectual search for employment.
Presently one, a man shorter but much broader and stouter than Denton, came forward to him.
Denton became aware of his duties, and hurried to join the tail of the queue.
In the letter of Mr. Denton, in another chapter, some remarks will be found upon the subject of which we are treating.
He turned away, and instantly Denton realised the truth of this remark.
Mr. Denton kindly replied to our inquiry, and his answer may be taken as the best evidence upon this point.