“I suppose so,” Nielsen agreed.
“How about supper?” Breen interposed.
“Why, what time is it?”
“After five o’clock.”
“By Jove—that late? I must be getting dressed soon.”
“Got an engagement?”
“Yes, I’m going to feed with the Plymptons.”
“Too bad! That means, I’ll have to eat alone. See you in the morning! So long!” and Breen moved away.
“Going over to Landsmann’s?”
“Yes. But it’s hopelessly dull there these days. It’ll give me the incurables to-night.”