He puffed clouds of smoke.
Hawker stood with his face in shadow.

At last he said, in tones of deep weariness, "Well, I think I'd better be going home and turning in." "Hold on!" Hollanden exclaimed, turning his eyes from a prolonged stare at the ceiling, "don't go yet! Why, man, this is just the time when---- Say, who would ever think of Jem Oglethorpe's turning up to harrie you! Just at this time, too!" "Oh," cried Hawker suddenly, filled with rage, "you remind me of an accursed duffer! Why can't you tell me something about the man, instead of sitting there and gibbering those crazy things at the ceiling ?" "By the piper----" "Oh, shut up! Tell me something about Oglethorpe, can't you?
I want to hear about him.

Quit all that other business!" "Why, Jem Oglethorpe, he--why, say, he's one of the best fellows going.
If he were only an ass! If he were only an ass, now, you could feel easy in your mind.

But he isn't.

No, indeed.