However, you understand it now.

So let us forget the matter." But Mortimer, keenly appreciative of the pleasures of being misunderstood, squeezed some moisture out of his distended eyes, and sat down, a martyr to his emotions.

"To think," he gulped, "that you, of all men, should turn on me like this!" "I didn't mean to.

Can't you understand, Leroy, that you hurt me ?" "Hurt hell!" retorted Mortimer vindictively.

"You've had sensation battered out of you by this time.