"She ought to have _all_ the shock out of her by now after bringing up you and Carl! _I'm_ going to ride out to the flat-woods with you, for I'm simply _dying_ for a new sensation.

Dick's as stupid as an owl.

He does nothing but hang around the Beach Club.

And Philip Poynter's tennis mad.

He looks hurt if you ask him to do anything else except perhaps to trail fatuously after you.