"Not yet—it might take a long time."
"It's four o'clock," she told him.
"So what?" he said hotly. "If I get a card to this game, it's going to be a hard-held one."
"You mean that now I'm confronted with the idea of deciding between three of you?"
"Patricia, this is big-league stuff. Sit around and get as egotistical as you want. I don't think you are. I think a lot of your confounded superciliousness is just an act—and I intend to find out!"
"An act, Billy?"
"Pat, I hope it is. How long has your dad been co-ordinator?"
"About seven years."
"And you're twenty-four."
"Been reading my mail?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.