"'Cepting the cure. And that don't amount to anything."
"Stay and dine, won't you?" said Charmian. "If you're not bored."
"Bored!" said Crayford.
"We'll dine just as we are. I'll go in and see the cook about it."
"Very good of you I'm sure," said Crayford. "But I don't want to put you out."
"Where are you staying?"
"The Excelsior," said Lake.
"Right down in the town. You must stay. It is cooler here."
She got up and went slowly into the house.
"Stunning figure she's got and no mistake!" observed Crayford, following her with his eyes. "But I say, Alston, what about this fellow Heath? Now I'm over here I ought to have a look at what he's up to. She seemed to want to avoid the subject, I thought. D'you think he's writing on commission? Or perhaps someone's seen the music. The Metropolitan crowd—"