It's foolish, of course, but you, who know us both so well, may possibly understand." And she blushed more than ever.
The next day there stalked into my office a man who asked me to lunch.
It was Grant Harlson.

There was a quizzical look on his face, and a rather happy one.
"I won't tell you anything, old man," he said.

"I was only a few hours behind the girl.

That's all.

I suppose we might as well keep up the fool record we have begun.