There was a quick shift, a blending of the two figures, and the slighter was bent backward almost to the floor. "Give up?" demanded Osterhout, his face close above the laughing lips.
"Yes. Lord, you're quick! Thought I had you. Take your penalty and let me up."
Ignoring the invitation he set her in a chair and restored his deranged necktie. "I'll apologise for the forty," said Dee. "You're not so old and feeble! To resume, as we say when serious; you're homely as a scalded pup——"
"Thank you!"
"—but it's a nice homely. You've got a lamb of a disposition. And money enough. Haven't you?"
"Enough for me."
"How passionately he pleads his cause! You play a nasty round of golf, too; I mustn't forget that. But—no. I don't think I would. Not even if you asked me."
"What's the obstacle, Dee?"
"Well, for one thing, there's Jimmy James."
"What!"