I've been playing horse with you about her ever since freshman year, but--well, you must have understood, Ram, I never meant anything that would really bother you much, and I thought--well, I _really_ thought it was a good thing, you--your--well, I mean about her, you know.

I'm on, all right.

I know it's pretty serious with you." He paused.
Ramsey did not move, except that his right hand still fidgeted with the pen upon the table.
"Oh--well--" he said.
"It's--it's kind of tough luck!" his friend contrived to say; and he began to pace the floor again.
"Oh--well--" "See here, ole stick-in-the-mud," Fred broke out abruptly.

"After her saying what she did-- Well, it's none o' my business, but--but--" "Well, what ?" Ramsey murmured.

"I don't care what you say, if you want to say anything." "Well, I _got_ to say it," Fred half groaned and half blurted.