"Eh—what? Oh, sailing—are you?" Huntington stumbled a bit before recovering himself. "It's a fine morning for that," he continued with decision.
"You've been doing better lately, Monty," Cosden complimented him. "At first I didn't think you were going to help me out at all, but for some time now you've been putting yourself right into it, just as I wanted you to. What have you to say about the girl now? She's all right, isn't she?"
"You don't mean that you're still serious in that direction—"
"Of course I am. Why should you think I had changed my mind?" Cosden interrupted. "I don't often do that, do I?"
"But you have hardly seen her."
"I've been biding my time, Monty, that's all, while Miss Stevens coached me up a bit. It's really a great game,—there's more to it than I thought."
"You are absolutely unsuited to each other."
"Why, Monty, I believe you're jealous!"
"Well, suppose I am?"
Cosden showed his amusement. "I would take that as a challenge from any one but an old cynic like you," he laughed.