"You needn't worry, anyway," he continued, "I just can't stand the stuff. Give me three drinks and next morning my head's full of Roman candles. Huh! Not for mine, thank you!"
"I'm glad of it," said Fanny, with a sigh of relief.
Jimmie chuckled. With a side glance at his sister-in-law he exclaimed in an undertone: "Gee! But I'd like to be here when he comes in. I wonder what he'll say."
"He won't remember anything about it."
"Oh, that's the kind, is it—one of those convenient, witness stand, I-have-no-recollection things, eh! Well, you take it from me, that's the best kind to have. You can agree to any old thing and not remember it, you can make all kinds of promises and then forget 'em. You can—Say!"
The young man suddenly gasped and turned pale. Fanny, alarmed, started forward, thinking he was ill.
"What's the matter?" she exclaimed, anxiously.
"Good Lord!" he cried, "suppose he should forget about my raise!"
Reassured, his wife laughed nervously. Crossly she said:
"How you frightened me!" Quickly she said: "Oh, Robert won't forget about that."