I had a lunch engagement with an acquaintance of mine, but he hasn't appeared, so you must take his place.

We'll lunch together." "Well, now, I'd like to fust-rate, and it's real kind of you, Mr.
Sylvester; but I don't know's I'd better.

Your friend may heave in sight, after all, and I'd be in the way." "Not a bit of it.

And I said 'acquaintance,' not 'friend.' Of course you will! You must.

We can talk business while we're eating, if you like." "All right.