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Look there, Phil! That's to be your room." "Thanks, old fellow--not now." "Why, yes! I expected you'd have your room here, Phil--" "It's very good of you, Boots, but I can't do it." Lansing faced him: "_Won't_ you ?" Selwyn, smiling, shook his head; and the other knew it was final.
"Well, the room will be there--furnished the way you and I like it.

When you want it, make smoke signals or wig-wag." "I will; thank you, Boots." Lansing said unaffectedly, "How soon do you think you can afford a house like this ?" "I don't know; you see, I've only my income now--" "Plus what you make at the office--" "I've left Neergard." "What!" "This morning; for good." "The deuce!" he murmured, looking at Selwyn; but the latter volunteered no further information, and Lansing, having given him the chance, cheerfully switched to the other track: "Shall I see whether the Air Line has anything in _your_ line, Phil?
No?
Well, what are you going to do ?" "I don't exactly know what I shall do.

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