I'm a chipmunk for shyness, so I'll say good night--" "Come back," said Gatewood coldly.
"But my suit case--" "You left it at the Lee's, didn't you?
Well, you've time enough to go there, get it, make your train, and listen to me, too.

Look here, Kerns, have you any of the elements of decency about you ?" "No," said Kerns, "not a single element." He seated himself defiantly in the club window facing Gatewood and began to button his gloves.

When he had finished he settled his new straw hat more comfortably on his head, and, leaning forward and balancing his malacca walking stick across his knees, gazed at Gatewood with composure.
"Crank up!" he said pleasantly; "I'm going in less than three minutes." He pushed the electric knob as an afterthought, and when the gilt buttons of the club servant glimmered through the dusk, "Two more," he explained briskly.

After a few moments' silence, broken by the tinkle of ice in thin glassware, Gatewood leaned forward, menacing his friend with an impressive forefinger: "Did you or didn't you once tell me that a decent citizen ought to marry ?" "I did, dear friend." "Did I or didn't I do it ?" "In the words of the classic, you _done_ it," admitted Kerns.
"Was I or wasn't I going to the devil before I had the sense to marry ?" persisted Gatewood.
"You was! You _was_, dear friend!" said Kerns with enthusiasm.

"You had almost went there ere I appeared and saved you." "Then why shouldn't you marry and let me save you ?" "But I'm not going to the bowwows.