"Oh, nothing! Just—just the whole thing."
"If you think the whole thing's funny—"
"Oh no, not in that sense, not comic."
"What is it then?"
"Nothing—nothing! I was only wondering—"
But I didn't find out what Wolf was wondering till later. In the mean while I gave him a brief account of my doings in New York, leading up to the day when Alice Mountney had "discovered" me. When I came to that he rose, eying me all over as he had done at first.
"That's a queer kind of rig—" he began, with his everlasting jocularity.
"It's the kind of rig I've been wearing," I replied, sharply. "Good enough for its purpose. I shall get something else as soon as I've had time to go to the tailor."
"I'd go soon," was his only remark, as he left me to repeat to Vio what he could remember of my tale.
CHAPTER VIII