We Americans do hang round our businesses, and that's a fact.
Still, there's a little matter of lasts I should like to have a word or two with you about some time." "A little matter of what ?" Philip asked vaguely.
"Lasts," the other repeated.

"That's where your people and ours look different ways chiefly, that and a little matter of manipulation of our machinery." "Just so," Philip assented, swallowing the rest of his cocktail.

"What about luncheon?
There's nothing in the world to give you an appetite like this sea air." "I'm with you," Mr.Raymond Greene chimed in.

"You two can have your trade talk later on." He took his young friend's arm, and they descended the stairs together.
"What the mischief is a last ?" he inquired.
"I haven't the least idea," Philip replied carelessly.

"Something to do with boots and shoes, isn't it ?" His questioner stared at him for a moment and then laughed.
"Say, you're a young man of your word!" he remarked appreciatively..