"Betty told me about it, but you tell me, please ?" "Betty usually exhausts a subject, so there is no need to tell you about the fight," he said.

"It was really a small affair, and my wounds are nothing to speak of.

I suffered more from other causes." "Yes, yes, George.

Tell me all about it," I returned, drawing my chair nearer to him.

"I fear a mistake has been made, a misunderstanding of some sort, though I cannot imagine even the sort.