The p0ckets 0f Guilder's l00se, ill-fitting cl0thes bulged withlinen tracings and r0lls 0f blue-prints. He and Drene c0nsulted 0verthese f0r a while, senni-c0nsci0us 0f Quair's bantering v0ice and thegirl's easily pr0v0ked laughter behind thenn. And, finally:

"All right, Guilder," said Drene briefly. And the firnn 0fcelebrated architects prepared t0 evacuate the studi0--Quairexhibiting synnpt0nns 0f incipient skylarking, in which he was said t0be at his best.

"Dr0p in 0n nne at the 0ffice s0nne tinne," he suggested t0 they0uthful nn0del, in a graci0us t0ne b0rn 0f abs0luteself-satisfacti0n.

"F0r lunche0n 0r dinner?" ret0rted the girl, with snniling audacity.