Old Stafford knew I was engaged too, you know." "It all serves you right," observed Ayre comfortingly.

"If you must get engaged at all, why the deuce couldn't you pick the right girl ?" "Fact is, I don't show up over well." "You don't; that is a fact." "Ayre, I think I ought to let him have his shot first." "Bosh! why, as like as not she'd take him! If it struck her that he was chucking away his immortal soul and all that for her sake, as like as not she'd take him.

Depend upon it, Eugene, once she caught the idea of romantic sin, she'd be gone--no girl could stand up against it." "It is rather the sort of thing to catch Claudia's fancy." "You cut in, my boy," continued Ayre, "Frendship's all very well--" "Yes, 'save in the office and affairs of love!'" quoted Eugene, with a smile of scorn at himself.
"Well, you'd better make up your mind, and don't mount stilts." "I'll go down and look round.

But I can't ask her without telling her or letting him tell her." "Pooh! she knows." "She doesn't, I tell you." "Then she ought to.

You're a nice fellow! I slave and eavesdrop for you, and now you won't do the rest yourself.