The occasion does not permit me to speak of Mr. Rantoul at length.
"You have brought it all back to me," said Rantoul, ignoring this question.
But—I add but—in this case my opinion is that Rantoul has found a pure diamond.
He looked at Rantoul, aware of the social change that had taken place in him.
"Very well, very well," said Rantoul, with a little impatience.
"It's a wonderful time, Britt," said Rantoul, resuming his place.
"Suppose we stroll out for a little smoke in the garden," said Rantoul.
"You're surprised to find me as I am," said Rantoul, abruptly breaking the silence.
"The trouble with painting to-day is that it has no point of view," cried Rantoul, swallowing an egg in the anaconda fashion.
"Clyde is becoming quite a power in Wall Street," said Mrs. Rantoul, with an approving smile.
