"You're making an idiot of yourself." "Go to hell!" the other replied truculently.

"Who are you?
Just that man's broker, that's all.

Want to sell wheat, Wingate, or buy it, eh ?" Wingate looked at him steadily.
"You're drunk," he said.

"I should advise you to get a friend to take you home." "Drunk, am I ?" Dredlinton shouted.

"What if I am?
I'm a better man drunk than you are sober--although she may not think so, eh ?" Wingate looked at him from underneath level brows.
"I should advise you not to mention any names here," he said.
"I like that!" the other scoffed.