"Were you? What were you thinking?"
"Tell me first what you were thinking about me?"
"I was thinking whether I should see you if I looked up the Cliff Wrangham road. But I never thought I should. And you?"
"I was thinking the same thing."
"Were you really? Did you want to see me ... about anything?"
It was the Spawer's opportunity to say what he had come to say, but like a faint-hearted jumper, feeling he had not bite enough for his purpose, he burked the hurdle.
"I don't know that I wanted to see you ... about anything," he answered, covering up his momentary hesitation with a smile, "... but I was perfectly agreeable to see you about nothing at all."
"Perhaps you 're coming to the post?" Pam hazarded.
"Nothing so reputable," said he. "Fact is, I 'm afraid I 've broken loose to-day. I 'm on the laze."
"You lazy!" laughed Pam, in incredulous amazement.