“My wife doesn't count.”
Again Loder laughed. “I'm afraid I scarcely agree. The complications would be slightly—slightly—” He paused.
Chilcote's latent irritability broke out suddenly. “Look here,” he said, “this isn't a chaffing matter, It may be moonshine to you, but it's reality to me.”
Again Loder took his face between his hands.
“Don't ridicule the idea. I'm in dead earnest.”
Loder said nothing.
“Think—think it over before you refuse.”
For a moment Loder remained motionless; then h rose suddenly, pushing back his chair.
“Tush, man! You don't know what you say. The fact of your being married bars it. Can't you see that?”
Again Chilcote caught his arm.