William cut him short. "You started wrong then," he said, "that's all there is to it; and now what about your boss?"
"Mine?"
"Yes; he's going crazy about a girl."
"He's what?"
"You heard me; you know you did. Say, he can't sleep nights thinking of that girl, by the looks of him, and he don't see her more'n seven times a week, and she's just as looney about him too; but she ain't showing it much."
"I don't believe it!"
"There you are again, and a lot of this thing going on under your very nose. Say, you're sticking so close to business you can't see a blame thing but your work. Do you ever have a day dream, Lucien?"
"I'm too busy."
"That's it, busy—too busy to have day dreams. Gee, I don't know what I'd do if I never had 'em. Say——"
Whimple entered at this moment with Simmons. The lawyer was urging the architect to "buck up." William smiled. "The girl loves you," Whimple said, in an undertone, but not pitched low enough, for the two boys heard it quite distinctly. William winked at Lucien, and the latter blushed. Simmons refused to be comforted, and passed into his own office, melancholy settled heavily on his usually bright face, and Lucien followed him.