"All right," he said. "I've got it."
"I meant you to," said Joan placidly. "I hope I haven't bored you with my autobiography, Mr. Marson. I'm not setting myself up as a shining example; but I do like action and hate stagnation."
"You are absolutely wonderful!" said Ashe. "You are a human correspondence course in efficiency, one of the ones you see advertised in the back pages of the magazines, beginning, 'Young man, are you earning enough?' with a picture showing the dead beat gazing wistfully at the boss' chair. You would galvanize a jellyfish."
"If I have really stimulated you——-"
"I think that was another slam," said Ashe pensively. "Well, I deserve it. Yes, you have stimulated me. I feel like a new man. It's queer that you should have come to me right on top of everything else. I don't remember when I have felt so restless and discontented as this morning."
"It's the Spring."
"I suppose it is. I feel like doing something big and adventurous."
"Well, do it then. You have a Morning Post on the table. Have you read it yet?"
"I glanced at it."
"But you haven't read the advertisement pages? Read them. They may contain just the opening you want."