and the shadows and the gay lanterns. He looked animated.
Evening dress was becoming to him. "One of my daughters married
a prince, but I am hanged if he looked it like this fellow,"
thought Armorer; "but then he was only an Italian.
I suppose the council did not pass the ordinance? your committee
reported against it?" he said quite amicably to Harry.

"I wish you could understand how much pain it has given me to oppose you,
Mr. Armorer," said Harry, blushing.

"I don't doubt it, under the circumstances, Mr. Lossing."
Armorer spoke with suave politeness, but there was a cynical
gleam in his eye.

"But Esther understands," says Harry.

"Esther!" repeats Armorer, with an indescribable intonation.
"You spoke to her this afternoon? For a man with such high-toned
ideas as you carry, I think you took a pretty mean advantage
of your guests!"

"You will remember I gave you fair warning, Mr. Armorer."

"It was while I was in the elevator, of course.
I guessed it was a put-up job; how did you manage it?"

Harry smiled outright; he is one who cannot keep either his dog
or his joke tied up. "It was Shuey did it," said he; "he pulled
the opposite way from you, and he has tremendous strength;
but he says you were a handful for him."