Schake hands und maig ut oop, soh." Marcus muttered an apology.

McTeague, miserably embarrassed, rolled his eyes about the room, murmuring, "That's all right--that's all right--that's all right." However, when it was proposed that Marcus should be McTeague's best man, he flashed out again with renewed violence.

Ah, no! ah, NO! He'd make up with the dentist now that he was going away, but he'd be damned--yes, he would--before he'd be his best man.

That was rubbing it in.

Let him get Old Grannis.
"I'm friends with um all right," vociferated Marcus, "but I'll not stand up with um.