"And, damn it all, isn't she just a human being? What's become
of my common-sense that I treat these foolish trifles as if they
were important?"
Grant Arkwright came while the debate was still on. He soon noted
that something was at work in Josh's mind to make him so silent
and glum, so different from his usual voluble, flamboyant self.
"What's up, Josh? What deviltry are you plotting now to add to
poor old Stillwater's nervous indigestion?"
"I'm thinking about marriage," said Craig, lighting a cigarette
and dropping into the faded magnificence of an ex-salon chair.
"Good business!" exclaimed Arkwright.
"It's far more important that you get married than that I do,"
explained Craig. "At present you don't amount to a damn. You're
like one of those twittering swallows out there. As a married man
you'd at least have the validity that attaches to every husband
and father."
"If I could find the right girl," said Grant.
"I thought I had found her for you," continued Craig. "But, on
second thoughts, I've about decided to take her for myself."
"Oh, you have?" said Arkwright, trying to be facetious of look and
tone.
"Yes," said Josh, in his abrupt, decisive way.
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