"What Guild do you belong to?"
"The associated order of ardent suitors——"
"Mr. Quarren! You are becoming ridiculous; do you know it?"
"No, I don't realise it, but they say all the rest of the world considers suitors ridiculous——"
"Do you expect me to listen to such nonsense at such an hour in the morning?"
"It's half past twelve; and my weak solution of nonsense is suitable to the time of day——"
"Am I to understand that the solution becomes stronger as the day advances?"
"Exactly; the solution becomes so concentrated and powerful that traces of common-sense begin to appear——"
"I didn't notice any last night."
"Van Dyne interfered."