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Updated: May 4, 2025
There came a look of relief to the Italian girl's face as she said in a less sharp tone: "What a goose I was; certainly you were not deceived by that vixen." Oscar started. "What do you mean, Cad?" Again there came a glitter to the girl's eyes as she said in a cold, incisive tone: "Oscar, I really believe you are in earnest, and were deceived by that expert schemer.
Each was measuring the other from his own standpoint: Houston's prompt decision was, "A good-hearted fellow, but something of a cad;" while Rutherford's vague surmises, summed up verbally, would have been, "Nice looking sort of fellow, a gentleman; guess he's got the stuff, too; 'twon't do any harm to make his acquaintance."
This work of art was executed at the natural height at which an idle fellow, be he Phoenician workman or British cad, is in the habit of trying to immortalise himself at the expense of nature's masterpieces, namely, about five feet from the ground.
He was preparing to be very discontented and low spirited just at the moment when Joe and Will and Harry and Rob and Charlie and Morris and Cad were shouting their exultation at the only wonderful circus on earth. They all decided that the performances were not to begin, however, until Benny Briggs arrived. There could be no circus without Ben. No, indeed!
You wouldn't do anything that wasn't straight yourself to save your life, it seems to have made absolutely no difference in your opinion of this man Underhill that he behaved like an utter cad to a girl who was one of your best friends. You seem to worship him just as much as ever. And you have travelled three thousand miles to bring a message from him to Jill Good God!
But he had really gone farther than that he had had a definite sentimental impulse; and he had been a cad he should have known all along that all this girl's discontent, all the longing of her starved soul, would become centred upon him, who was so "different," who had had opportunity, who made her think of the "poetry-books"!
When I see that round, red, moon-faced pig driving around town with Mary, taking long horseback rides with her, and going to see her whenever he pleases, I don't know how I keep from killing him. He isn't fit to be in the same town with her. I know the man, went to school with him. He's a cad and a coward and a big fat fool.
"Who the Dickens is that cad?" asked Mr. Bayley in smothered wrath, to Mrs. Dyce. "Why, don't you know? He's another friend of Polly's," said Mary Taylor Dyce, smiling up sweetly into his face, "and he's going down to help entertain Phronsie's poor children. Isn't he nice?" "Nice?" repeated Livingston Bayley with a black look at the tall figure stalking on. "How do I know?
Great overgrown calf! Upon my word, when I see him " "Oh, don't have a row, Jim," Norah pleaded. "He's a guest." "Guest be hanged! Do you mean to say that's excuse for behaving like a cad?" "Ah, he wouldn't mean to. Don't tell him about about Lal Chunder and the man." "Not tell him?" Jim exclaimed. "Well, not to-night, anyhow.
"Ask him!" answered Jack shortly, nodding with his fists still clenched, in the direction of Fosberton, who was in the act of emerging from the depths of the laurel bush. "Ask him, he knows." "He called me a liar!" answered Fosberton; "and then rushed up and hit me when I was unprepared, the cad!"
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