When did you get in ?" "Friday," said Drouet.

"Had a fine trip." "Glad of it," said Hurstwood, his black eyes lit with a warmth which half displaced the cold make-believe that usually dwelt in them.

"Where are you going to take ?" he added, as the barkeeper, in snowy jacket and tie, leaned toward them from behind the bar.
"Old Pepper," said Drouet.
"A little of the same for me," put in Hurstwood.
"How long are you in town this time?
inquired Hurstwood.
"Only until Wednesday.

I'm going up to St.Paul." "George Evans was in here Saturday and said he saw you in Milwaukee last week." "Yes, I saw George," returned Drouet.

"Great old boy, isn't he?
We had quite a time there together." The barkeeper was setting out the glasses and bottle before them, and they now poured out the drought as they talked, Drouet filling his to within a third of full, as was considering proper, and Hurstwood taking the barest suggestion of whiskey and modifying it with seltzer.
"What's become of Caryoe ?" remarked Hurstwood.