Where to find this - The dream nash

Veath was with him and her heart sank. During the meal the good-natured Indianian did most of the talking, being driven at last, by the strange reticence of his companions, to the narration of a series of personal experiences. Struggle as he would, he could the dream nash bring a mirthful laugh from the girl beside him, the dream nash from the sour visaged man beyond. They laughed, of course, but it was the laugh of politeness. But jealousy is jealousy. It will not down.