"No New York for me.

I'm busy to-morrow.
Besides, I don't want to go." "Of course you don't," laughed Craig, and Arkwright now noted that he was in the kind of dizzy spirits that most men can get only by drinking a very great deal indeed.

"Of course you don't.

No more do I.But I've got to go--and so have you." "What for ?" "To help me get married." Grant could only gape at him.
"Don't you know Margaret has gone to New York ?" "I saw it in the paper, but--" "Now, don't go back a week to ancient history." "I don't believe it," foamed Grant, so distracted that he sprang up and paced the floor, making wild gestures with his arms and head.
Craig watched, seemed hugely amused.

"You'll see, about noon to-morrow.
You've got to put in the morning shopping for me.