"She? Who? What are you talking about, Ernest?"
"About Charley. Who else would it be?"
Roger nearly fell off the box on which he was sitting. "Proposed to Charley? Why, you weren't in love with her, were you, Ernest?"
"You great nut! Why else should I propose to her? Just because you don't admire her is no reason that other men are wooden headed."
"I never said I didn't admire her," exclaimed Roger.
"You did. You said you didn't care for big women."
"Did I? Well, I guess I don't. But I never think of her as a woman. She's just like a fine young fellow that you want for a friend."
Ernest grunted. "I wouldn't have a temperament like yours for real money, Roger."
"I don't see that yours is giving you much joy right now, old chap."
"Never you mind," returned Ernest. "I'd rather suffer as I am suffering than never have loved her."