“By Jove! I never thought of that idea, Harry—I mean as a reason for going up.”
“How do you know, Link, what experiment I am going to try this very day?”
“I don’t, and that’s a fact.”
“Can you answer this question, Link? Where are marriages made?”
“Up aloft, they say.”
“Then how do you know that I am not going aloft, with you, for all I know, to invoke Cupid’s aid as to the knotty matrimonial problem?” said Harry, jokingly.
“I don’t profess to understand your lofty intentions, Goodall; they present such a romantic and fascinating aspect that I must agree to join you in testing them—if you will give me a lift up for that purpose; but you are solely responsible, mind, for raising such a spirit of inquiry.”
“There, for goodness’ sake, Link, let us stop joking. Here comes Miss Chain. I expect she has something to say to me about ascending.”
“Do introduce me, Goodall. I saw her coming before you did, and also that detective party who is not far astern of Miss Chain—perhaps he is her admirer.”
“Can’t fail to be that, Link; but just now Hawksworth is looking at a photograph, and now he is looking at us.”