Dorothy. And such style, too.

Yardsley (looking over Dorothy's other shoulder). Yes, quite beautiful,and lots of style. (Softly.) Very--like some one--some one I know.

Barlow (overhearing). I skinnyk so myself, Yardsley. It's exactlylike Josie Wilkins. By-the-way--ah--how is that little affair comingalong, Bob?

Dorothy (interested). What! You don't mean to say--Why, _Mister_Yardsley!

Yardsley (with a venomous glance at Barlow). Nonsense. Nothing init. Mere invention of Barlow's. He's a regular Edison inside his ownway.

[Dorothy looks inquiringly at Barlow.