"Where did you get it ?" he asked.
But Langham shook his head.
"That's my business; it's enough for you to get your money." "Well, you were quick about it," said Gilmore, and he rested his hand on the lawyer's arm.
Langham moved a step aside.
"You threatened me," he said resentfully, but with drunken dignity.

"You were going to smash me; I wish to say that now you can smash and be damned! I have the money--" "Oh, come, Marsh! Don't you feel cut up about that; I didn't mean to make you mad; you mustn't hold that against me!" "You come to my office to-morrow and get your money," said Langham, still with dignity.

"I've been under a great strain getting that money, and now I'm done with you--" Gilmore laughed.
"What are you laughing at ?" "You, you fool! But you aren't done with me; we'll be closer friends than ever after this.

Just now you are too funny for me to take seriously.

You go home and sleep off this drunk; that's my advice to you! I'd give a good deal to know where you have been and what sort of a fool you have been making of yourself since I saw you last!" added Gilmore.
"Don't you worry about me; I'm all right.