And of course that something is--Bertram." There was still no answer.

Arkwright got up suddenly, and walked to the window.
"You see, I'm helpless," resumed Calderwell.

"I don't paint pictures, nor sing songs, nor write stories, nor dance jigs for a living--and you have to do one or another to be in with that set.

And it's got to be a Johnny-on-the-spot with Bertram.

All is, something will have to be done to get him out of the state of mind and body he's in now, or--" Arkwright wheeled sharply.
"When did you say this jamboree was going to be ?" he demanded.
"Next week, some time.