"We may find Flossie." "Say," cried Geary, "can't you _live_ without trailing around after some kind of petticoats ?" "You're right," admitted Vandover, "I can't," but he persuaded them to go to the Imperial for all that.
At the Imperial, Toby, the red-eyed waiter, came to take their order.
"Good evening, gentlemen," he said.

"Haven't seen you around here for some time." "No, no," said Geary.

"I've been too busy.

I've been working like a dog lately to get into a certain office.

You bet I'll make it all right--all right.