Van Buren looked thoughtfully out of the window.
"How do you suppose our ro-mances will end?"
"As badly as possible; romances always do," said Harry. "We ought to be only too thankful that they end at all."
"Why, I'm afraid you're a pessimist! How do you define a pessimist, Harry?"
"What a mania you have for definition, old chap! I think I agree with the little girl who said that an optimist is the man who looks after your eyes, and the pessimist the person who looks after your feet."
"Why, that's very subtle. I quite see what she means. There's a lot in that idea, Harry." He thought gravely.
"Is there? Well, come out to lunch."