"Do you want something to eat? Or drink? What did you have to drink?" he added, glancing at the empty glass on the table.
"Certina."
"Certina?" he queried, uncertain at first whether she was joking. "How could you get Certina here?"
"Why not? They keep it at all these places. There's quite a bar-trade in it."
"Is that so?" said Hal, with a vague feeling of disturbance of ideas. "Which job do you like best: the Certina or the newspaper, Miss Neal?"
"My other boss calls me Milly," she suggested.
"Very well,—Milly, then."
"Oh, I'm for the office. It's more exciting, a lot."
"Your stuff," said Hal, in the language of the cult, "is catching on."
"You don't like it, though," she countered quickly.