What?
You hadn't heard of it?
Why man, it's the talk of the clubs." "I suppose that is why I haven't heard," said Plank simply; "my club-life is still in the future." "Oh!" said Fleetwood with an involuntary stare, surprised, a trifle uncomfortable, yet somehow liking Plank, and not understanding why.
"I'm not in anything, you see; I'm only up for the Patroons and the Lenox," added Plank gravely.
"I see.Certainly.

Er--hope you'll make 'em; hope to see you there soon.
Er--I see by the papers you've been jollying the clergy, Mr.Plank.
Awfully handsome of you, all that chapel business.

I say: I've a cousin--er--young architect; Beaux Arts, and all that--just over.

I'd awfully like to have him given a chance at that competition; invited to try, you see.

I don't suppose it could be managed, now--" "Would you like to have me ask the bishops ?" inquired Plank, naively shrewd.