“I don’t see what first sight’s got to do with it,” said Mifflin. “According to your own statement, you stood and glared at the girl for five days without stopping for a moment. I can quite imagine that you might glare yourself into love with anyone by the end of that time.”
“I can’t see myself settling down,” said Jimmy thoughtfully. “And until you feel that you want to settle down, I suppose you can’t be really in love.”
“I was saying practically that about you at the club just before you came in. My somewhat neat expression was that you were one of the gipsies of the world.”
“By George, you’re quite right!”
“I always am.”
“I suppose it’s having nothing to do. When I was on the News I was never like this.”
“You weren’t on the News long enough to get tired of it.”
“I feel now I can’t stay in a place more than a week. It’s having this money that does it, I suppose.”
“New York,” said Mifflin, “is full of obliging persons who will be delighted to relieve you of the incubus. Well, James, I shall leave you. I feel more like bed now. By the way, I suppose you lost sight of this girl when you landed?”
“Yes.”