"Too late or too early, is it?"
"It may be so, but I will not say so."
"You know I think you're all wrong?"
"I know."
"You will fail."
"God forbid! but if he pleases—"
"After all, what are meat, wine, and—and so on for?"
"That argument is beneath you, Eugene."
"So it is. I beg your pardon. I might as well ask what the hangman is for if nobody is to be hanged. However, I'm determined that you shall enjoy yourself for a week here, whether you like it or not."
Stafford smiled gently and bade him good-night. A moment later Bob Territon emerged from the open windows of the billiard-room.