"Chums it is. No more foolishness."

"The moment you begin to pretend you're in love with me, it will
spoil everything. It's funny," said Travis, drawing on her
gloves. "We're doing a funny thing, Condy. With ninety-nine
people out of one hundred, this little affair would have been all
ended after our 'explanation' of last night--confessing, as we
did, that we didn't love each other. Most couples would have
'drifted apart'; but here we are, planning to be chums, and have
good times in our own original, unconventional way--and we can do
it, too. There, there, he's a thousand miles away. He's not
heard a single word I've said. Condy, are you listening to me?"

"Blix," he murmured, staring at her vaguely. "Blix--you look that
way; I don't know, look kind of blix. Don't you feel sort of
blix?" he inquired anxiously.

"Blix?"

He smote the table with his palm. "Capital!" he cried; "sounds
bully, and snappy, and crisp, and bright, and sort of sudden.
Sounds--don't you know, THIS way?"--and he snapped his fingers.
"Don't you see what I mean? Blix, that's who you are. You've
always been Blix, and I've just found it out. Blix," he added,
listening to the sound of the name. "Blix, Blix. Yes, yes;
that's your name."

"Blix?" she repeated; "but why Blix?"