I want to forget that I ever sat at a desk, drawing to scale--drawing damned machines.

I want to----" He checked himself.

Narramore looked at him with curiosity.
"It's a queer thing to me, Hilliard," he remarked, when his friend turned away, "that you've kept so clear of women.

Now, anyone would think you were just the fellow to get hobbled in that way." "I daresay," muttered the other.

"Yes, it _is_ a queer thing.