A slow smile passed between them.
"No, hang it all," said Peter; "there's nothing to smile about, Arnold, I've pretty well got to the end of my tether." "Meaning what exactly ?" queried the other.
"Oh, well, you know enough already to guess the rest....

Look here, Arnold, you and.

I are fairly good pals now, I'd just like to tell you exactly what I feel." "Sit down then, man, and get it out.

There's a chair yonder, and you've got the forenoon before ye.

I'm a heretic and all that sort of thing, of course, but perhaps that'll make it easier.