"What are you going to do for Sarah?" he asked abruptly.
"Sarah?" asked Elma with her eyes wide.
"Yes, you'll have to marry the girl or something. It's hard nuts on her. Why don't you get Symington back and let him make up the quartette?"
"Mr. Symington?"
"Yes. It would be most appropriate, wouldn't it? Robin and Isobel, and Symington and Sarah. It's quite a neat arrangement. You've provided one husband, why not the other." Several demons of mischief danced in Lance's eye.
"Oh, Lance, don't say that," said Elma; "it's so horrid, and--and common."
"Oh, it's common, is it," said Lance, "common. And I'm going to be your stockbroker one day, and you talk to me like this."
"Look here, Lance, I'd trust you with all my worldly wealth on the Stock Exchange, but I won't let you joke about Mr. Symington."
"Whew," said Lance, and he looked gently and amiably into the eyes of Elma.
"When you look good like that, I know you are exceedingly naughty. What is it this time, Lance?"