"Really," says he.
"One of your fads, I expect?" says I.
"M-m-m," says he.
"Shouldn't think you'd find room in a hotel for such stuff," I goes on, doin' a hop-skip across a curb, "or do you have another joint, too?"
"Quite so," says he. "Studio."
"Oh!" says I. "Whereabouts?"
"In town," says he.
"Yes, most of 'em are," says I. "But I expect you'll be gettin' married again some of these days and settin' up a reg'lar home, eh?"
He stops short and gives me a stare.
"If I feel the need of discussing the project," says he, "I shall remember that you are available."