“I wish I could be so sure,” Croyden reflected. “Sure of the girl, as well as sure of myself.”
“What are you doubtful about—yourself?”
Croyden laughed, a trifle self-consciously. 226
“I fancy I could manage myself,” he said.
“Elaine?”
“Yes, Elaine!”
“Try her!—she’s worth the try.”
“From a monetary standpoint?” smiling.
“Get the miserable money out of your mind a moment, will you?—you’re hipped on it!”
“All right, old man, anything for peace! Tell me, did you see her, when you were home?”