"You must ask him to visit you."
"No, he belongs to the hills and a heyday holiday. I doubt if Barbara Garratry, Broadway's darling, would care for that kid."
"I'm partial to nice boys."
"He might be fascinated with you, and make me jealous."
"That is a joke," she laughed. "I had to make a sacrifice, too, you know."
"You mean?"
"I had to exchange a big boy chum for a possible governor, plain garden variety."
"I wonder if that big boy and the little feller will ever play again?"
"'I ain't no pruphut,' as Bill says."
The morrow found them both buckling down to work. Paul went off to his office at nine, and Barbara was due at the theatre an hour later. He stopped at her door a moment before he left.