"Certainly," said Johnson Boller, without thought and solely because Anthony's precise driveling interested him a little more than the affair of the ring.
"Pah!" Mr. Fry said angrily.
Just here Mr. Horrigan slipped while making his —nth jab at the Tornado's nose—slipped and fell upon the Tornado's fist and thereafter reeled about for a few seconds. Johnson Boller emitted his first real laugh of the evening; Anthony Fry, who had not seen the incident, failed even to smile.
"It would be interesting," he said crisply, "to select a subject, Johnson, and try the experiment."
"What experiment?"
"That of learning just how many times opportunity must be presented to the average individual to secure full recognition of her presence and her beauties."
"Wouldn't it?" mused Johnson Boller absently.
"I mean, to reach haphazard into the six millions that go to make up New York, to pick just one individual and segregate him, and then show him—opportunity! To take him aside, where there is nothing else to distract him, and thrust opportunity in his very face—the opportunity, whatever it might be, that he has always desired. It seems to me, Johnson, that watching that experiment might be distinctly worth while!"
"Aha!" yawned Johnson Boller.
"So, therefore," Anthony said placidly, "we will find our subject and make the experiment."