“I have devoted considerable attention to the movements and acts of a clever balloonist.”
“What! you have, Mr Falcon?”
“Yes, but that is strictly confidential, and I want it to go no further, please.”
“Say no more, Mr Falcon, on that head, but at once propound your theory, for I am curious to hear why you have two strings to your bow.”
“Eh? What is that you say about my bow?”
“I was adverting to your contemplating ‘Flight,’ while you have so great an attractive power in Miss Dove. Couldn’t you remain within the sphere of her influence?”
“Of course I could; but aren’t you a bit wandering yourself, doctor? You spoke of my having two strings to my bow.”
“What I meant was, that as a financial suitor you pose well, but as a flying man you would not, I think, appear to advantage.”
“Would it surprise you to hear, doctor, that Miss Dove has a taste for aerial exploration?”
“Oh, nonsense, my dear sir. Surely I ought to know more about that than you. However, tell me more of your flying machine ideas.”