"But I'm going on thirty-four."
"So am I!"
"Isn't there somebody—"
"Look here. Do you like me?"
"Oh, yes!"
"Well enough—"
"It's you I was thinking of," said Lulu. "I'd be all right."
"Then!" Cornish cried, and he kissed her.
"And now," said Dwight, "nobody must mind if I hurry a little wee bit. I've got something on."