"Well, I have really got a lot to do, but still—it will keep."
As they went out together, a girl passed them.
"That's rather a nice-looking girl," Darwen remarked.
"Ye-es; I didn't notice her very particularly."
"Dash it, Carstairs, it's time you did. Why don't you get engaged, give you something to do in your evenings."
"My dear chap——"
"Yes, I know, there's that girl over at your place. She struck me as being a particularly nice girl."
"You mean Bessie Bevengton. She is jolly decent—but——"
"There is some one else?"
"Exactly."