"It's writing I'll be, all day!"
"Nonsense. Come and see Tlatonac."
"I can't. Isn't my chief waiting a letter from me?"
"Such industry! Tim, you make me feel ashamed of myself."
"The devil I do. Then you write my letter, Philip and I'll flirt with Doña Eulalia. I'm a white-headed boy with the female sex."
"No, thank you. It's not a fair exchange."
"Ah, she's a dark-eyed colleen, Philip. You have lost your heart there."
"No," said Philip, a trifle doubtfully. "I have seen too many pretty faces to be captured at first sight by a new one. I have other things to think of besides marriage."
"You have, but you won't," retorted Tim, ungrammatically. "Now get away with you, and leave me to my writing."
"I'll be back in two hours."