Hillard's laughter broke forth again, and he leaned back. Merrihew would always be twenty-six, he would always be youthful.
"And this Kitty Killigrew? I believe I've seen posters of her in the windows, now that you speak of it."
"Well, Jack, I've got it bad this trip. I offered to marry her last night."
"What!"
"Truth. And what do you think? Dropped me very neatly two thousand feet, but softly. And I was serious, too."
"It seems to me that your Kitty is not half bad. What would you have done had she accepted you?"
"Married her within twenty-four hours!"
"Come, Dan, be sensible. You are not such an ass as all that."
"Yes, I am," moodily. "I told you that I was a jackass half the time; this is the half."
"But she won't have you?"