Louis did not look very like sitting up all night; his lean face was haggard already.
"I say, Stanistreet, it's awfully good of you to stop like this.

I'm confoundedly sorry I asked you to.

I don't know how we're going to get through the night." He cast a glance at the billiard-table.

"Pity we can't knock the balls about a bit--but you see they'd hear us, and she might think it a little cold-blooded." "My dear fellow, I'm ready to sit up with you till any time in the morning, and I never felt less like billiards in my life." "Then there's nothing for it that I can see but a mighty smoke--it'll soothe our nerves any way.

And a mighty drink--we shall need it, you bet." He rang the bell, lit his first cigar, and settled himself for his watch.
His irritation was still sullenly fermenting; for not only was he going to spend a disagreeable night, but he had been most inconsiderately balked of a pleasant one.
"It's inconceivable," said he, "the things women expect you to do.