"He's gone daffy on monoplanes—absolutely daffy. Can't see anything else."
"I don't blame him. I might have gone in for aviation myself, if I hadn't got this bigger game on my hands."
"Bigger—there you go again! Well, every man to his taste. The governor's lost interest in the Ariel—let me have her without a reservation as to time limit. Don't care for flying myself. Necessary to sit up. Like to lie on my back too well for that."
"You do yourself injustice."
"Now, now—don't preach. I've been expecting it."
"You needn't. I'm too busy with my own case to attend to yours."
"Lucky for me. I feel you'd be a zealous preacher if you ever got started."
"What route do you expect to take?" pursued Richard, steering away from dangerous ground.
Lorimer outlined it, in his most languid manner. One would have thought he had little real interest in his plan, after all.
"It's great! You'll have the time of your life!"