“Hallo—allo—allo!” said Archie. “Here we are, what! I was just hoping you would drift over the horizon.”
Lucille kissed him.
“You’re a darling,” she said. “And you look like a Greek god in that suit.”
“Glad you like it.” Archie squinted with some complacency down his chest. “I always say it doesn’t matter what you pay for a suit, so long as it’s right. I hope your jolly old father will feel that way when he settles up for it.”
“Where is father? Why didn’t he come back with you?”
“Well, as a matter of fact, he didn’t seem any too keen on my company. I left him in the locker-room chewing a cigar. Gave me the impression of having something on his mind.”
“Oh, Archie! You didn’t beat him again?”
Archie looked uncomfortable. He gazed out to sea with something of embarrassment.
“Well, as a matter of fact, old thing, to be absolutely frank, I, as it were, did!”
“Not badly?”