After the first high ball Lionel began to chatter and mention money.
The mocking birds were singing down on the old bayou, and he began to give Clara Jane the loving leer.
She grew a bit uneasy and wanted to start the paddle wheels, but I signalled to the waiter because I wished her to see her Society slob at his best.
At first he insisted upon dragging out a basket of Ruinart, and he wanted to order rubber boots so we could slosh around in it.
But I steered him off and he went all the way up the hill and picked out another high fellow.
When the second high was under cover he reached over and patted Clara Jane on the hand.
He wanted to lead her away to Paris and show her everything that money could buy.
When she gave him the "Sir!" gag he apologized and said he didn't mean Paris, he meant the Pan-American.
Then he smiled feverishly and opened a package of hiccoughs.
When Clara Jane and I moved out on the links Lionel was watching the floor and trying to pick out a spot that didn't go 'round and 'round.