She----" "Great heavens," said Hawker, "you speak of nothing else!" "Well, you saw her, didn't you ?" demanded Hollanden.

"What can you expect, then, from a man of my sense?
You--you old stick--you----" "It was quite dark," protested the painter.
"Quite dark," repeated Hollanden, in a wrathful voice.

"What if it was ?" "Well, that is bound to make a difference in a man's opinion, you know." "No, it isn't.

It was light down at the railroad station, anyhow.

If you had any sand--thunder, but I did get up early this morning! Say, do you play tennis ?" "After a fashion," said Hawker.