"I was just considering another man for the moment. Another man's appearance for an occasion on which he is anxious to look unusually well and young."
"He must be a conceited ass!" quoth Dimbie, getting up and strolling after Jumbles, who with arched back and stately tread marched away, refusing to be turned into a common performing clown at any man's bidding.
We laughed outright.
"May I—may I talk to you about it?" I asked.
He nodded.
"When would you like to see her?"
"To-morrow evening if you'll let me."
I considered this.
"Say the day after."
"Why?"