"I can fairly see you dressing."
Through Mazie's door came a coloratura shriek.
"In my mind's eye, that is," added Claude, after a pause.
Resuming his seat he addressed the right door again.
"Cornelia, shall we go to the Turk's or to the Spaniard's?"
"I'm sorry, Lothario, but I've got a date with 'Big Burley' for tonight."
"Hutchins Burley? Then have a good time!"
As his skeptical inflection belied his words, Cornelia asked for an explanation.
"Hutch is in a devil of a temper," declared Claude grimly, "because Rob covered him with ridicule at the Outlaw Club."
"Leave it to Robert Lloyd!"