I----" "You're nothing but a kid," said Hawker, glaring at the other man.
"Oh, of course," said Hollanden, wagging his head with midnight wisdom.
"Oh, of course." "Well, Hollie," said Hawker, with sudden affability, "I didn't mean to be unpleasant, but then you are rather ridiculous, you know, sitting up there and howling about the colour of hair and eyes." "I'm not ridiculous." "Yes, you are, you know, Hollie." The writer waved his hand despairingly.

"And you rode in the train with her, and in the stage." "I didn't see her in the train," said Hawker.
"Oh, then you saw her in the stage.

Ha-ha, you old thief! I sat up here, and you sat down there and lied." He jumped from his perch and belaboured Hawker's shoulders.
"Stop that!" said the painter.
"Oh, you old thief, you lied to me! You lied---- Hold on--bless my life, here she comes now!".