"Sorry," said Cliff. "I was joking."
"Love may be somewhat amusing," she said seriously. "But marriage is no joke. So let's forget it. Oh—look! Here comes Billy!"
Lane and Downing looked, and then whistled.
Patricia squinted at the pair of them, and then took another look at Thompson. "Did you two swap minds—or was he in on it?" she asked with a laugh.
"He wasn't—but why?" asked Lane.
"Billy is pulling your favorite trick," she told Lane. "He's got a glamor-puss on each elbow."
"And he can pick 'em, too!" said Downing approvingly.
Patricia looked at him in puzzlement.
Lane caught the look. "That's my line," he told Stellor.
"So it is. 'And your line shall be my line, and your ideas shall be mine. For whitherso thou goest, there—' and so on, Cliff."