"No," answered Stanley. "I'm not feeling fit."
"Try a drink, then."
"I've just had one."
"Drinking alone? That's a bad sign. What are you so blue about?"
"I'm wondering," said Stanley, "how a man can ever be fool enough to fall in love, or get married."
"Oh," said the Lieutenant, "so she's refused you, eh?"
"Who?"
"Belle Fitzgerald."
"Yes," replied the Secretary, shortly.
The Lieutenant thrust his hands deep into his trousers pockets and paced the room in silence, whistling softly to himself. Finally he remarked: