But when I'm with her I can't be clever to save my life." Hollanden pulled contentedly at his pipe.

"Maybe she don't notice it." "Notice it!" muttered Hawker, scornfully; "of course she notices it.

In conversation with her, I tell you, I am as interesting as an iron dog." His voice changed as he cried, "I don't know why it is.

I don't know why it is." Blowing a huge cloud of smoke into the air, Hollanden studied it thoughtfully.

"Hits some fellows that way," he said.