In my present frame of mind I'd fall desperately in love with her if I saw her oftener." Saunders blinked and glared at him through his pale eyes.
"My word," he said.

Then he got up abruptly and stalked out of the room.
Britt laughed immoderately.
"He's a lucky dog," reflected the Enemy.

"You see, he loves her, Britt--he loves little Miss Pelham.

Do you know what that means?
It means everything is worth while.

Hello! Here he is back! Come in, Saunders.