In a few minutes his door opened again.

McTeague knew that he had come out into the hall and was leaning over the banisters.
"Oh, Mac!" he called.

McTeague came to his door.
"Hullo! 'sthat you, Mark ?" "Sure," answered Marcus.

"Come on up." "You come on down." "No, come on up." "Oh, you come on down." "Oh, you lazy duck!" retorted Marcus, coming down the stairs.
"Been out to the Cliff House on a picnic," he explained as he sat down on the bed-lounge, "with my uncle and his people--the Sieppes, you know.
By damn! it was hot," he suddenly vociferated.

"Just look at that! Just look at that!" he cried, dragging at his limp collar.