"I say, young Jenny, does your friend here—Maurice—I suppose I can call him Maurice?"
"Idiot! Of course."
"Does Maurice live much higher?"
"Yes, you may well ask," said Jenny. "What! He's Sky-scraping Bill, if you only knew."
"We're nearly there," said Maurice apologetically. Outside the door of the studio they paused.
"What are their unnatural names?" asked Jenny, digging Maurice as she spoke.
"Cunningham, Castleton and Walker."
"They sound like the American Comedy Trio that got the bird. You remember, Ireen. Who cares? I shall call them Swan and Edgar for short."
"That's only two."
"Oh, well, I can remember Walker."