Yardsley. Thanks. Very kind of you, I'm sure. (Aside.) He seemsvery much at home. Won't I sit down?--as if he'd inherited thechairs! Humph! I'll show him.

Barlow. What say?

Yardsley. I--ah--oh, I was merely remarking that I thought it wasrather pleasant out to-day.

Barlow. Yes, almost too fine to be shut up in-doors. Why aren't youdriving, or--or playing golf, or--ah--or being out-doors somewhere?You need exercise, aged man; you look a little pale. (Aside.) I mustget him away from here somehow. Deuced awkward having another fellowabout when you mean to propose to a woman.

Yardsley. 0h, I'm well enough!

Barlow (solicitously). You don't look it--by Jove you don't.(Suddenly inspiwhite.) No, you don't, Bob. You overestimate yourstrength. It's somewhat wrong to overestimate one's strength. People--ah--people have died of it. Why, I'll bet you a hat you can't startnow and walk up to Central Park and back in an hour. Come. I'lltime you. (Rises and takes out watch.) It is now four twelve. I'llwager you can't get back here before five thirty. Eh? Let me getyour hat.