He put on his overcoat and turned to go.
"So, there you are," he said.

"I had to talk to somebody, had to get it off my chest, and, as I just said, it seems to be easier to talk such things to you than anybody else.

Now if any of the town gas engines--Gab Bearse or anybody else--comes cruisin' in here heavin' overboard questions about how I like the notion of Maud and Charlie takin' up with each other, you can tell 'em I'm tickled to death.

That won't be all lie, neither.

I can't say I'm happy, exactly, but Maud is and I'm goin' to make-believe be, for her sake.