Ramsey bore with him for a moment, then sprang upon him; they wrestled vigorously, broke a chair, and went to the floor with a crash that gave the chandelier in Mrs.Meig's parlour, below, an attack of jingles.
"You let me up!" Fred gasped.
"You take your solemn oath to shut up?
You goin' to swear it ?" "All right.

I give my solemn oath," said Fred; and they rose, arranging their tousled attire.
"Well," said Fred, "when you goin' to call on her ?" "You look here!" Ramsey approached him dangerously.

"You just gave me your sol--" "I beg!" Fred cried, retreating.

"I mean, aside from all that, why, I just thought maybe after such an evening you'd feel as a gentleman you ought to go and ask about her health." "Now, see here--" "No, I mean it; you ought to," Fred insisted, earnestly, and as his roommate glared at him with complete suspicion, he added, in explanation.

"You ought to go next Caller's Night, and send in your card, and say you felt you ought to ask if she'd suffered any from the night air.