"What a fellow you are for chaff! Now, will you come around and have lunch with me?"
"When? Now? Thanks, old chap."
"That's real good, Harry," said Van Buren, his eyes sparkling with joy, "and we'll walk down Piccadilly together. I must say ..."
"What?"
"I shan't feel we're real pals till you call me Mat!"
Harry shivered ostentatiously.
They went out, both laughing with great cordiality.
At the corner Van Buren stopped to throw away his buttonhole. He saw they were not being worn.