"It is something that concerns Billie Hawker." Grief and Pennoyer scoffed, and Wrinkles said: "You know nothing about it, Splutter.

It doesn't concern Billie Hawker at all." "Well, then, what is he looking sideways for ?" cried Florinda.
Wrinkles reached for his guitar, and played a serenade, "The silver moon is shining----" "Dry up!" said Pennoyer.
Then Florinda cried again, "What does he look sideways for ?" Pennoyer and Grief giggled at the imperturbable Hawker, who destroyed rarebit in silence.
"It's you, is it, Billie ?" said Sanderson.

"You are in this two-violet business ?" "I don't know what they're talking about," replied Hawker.
"Don't you, honestly ?" asked Florinda.
"Well, only a little." "There!" said Florinda, nodding again.

"I knew he was in it." "He isn't in it at all," said Pennoyer and Grief.
Later, when the cigarettes had become exhausted, Hawker volunteered to go after a further supply, and as he arose, a question seemed to come to the edge of Florinda's lips and pend there.

The moment that the door was closed upon him she demanded, "What is that about the two violets ?" "Nothing at all," answered Pennoyer, apparently much aggrieved.