"Don't wolf it--you'll feel better afterwards." "I feel better already," he announced.
"Well," the girl eyed him critically, "you certainly got the main chandelier lighted up once more." A strange exhilaration flooded all his being.

His own thoughts babbled to him, and he presently began to babble to his new friend.
"You remind me so much of Tessie Kearns," he said as he scraped the sides of the egg cup.
"Who's she ?" "Oh, she's a scenario writer I know.

You're just like her." He was now drunk--maudlin drunk--from the coffee.

Sober, he would have known that no human beings could be less alike than Tessie Kearns and the Montague girl.

Other walls of his reserve went down.
"Of course I could have written to Gashwiler and got some money to go back there--" "Gashwiler, Gashwiler ?" The girl seemed to search her memory.