“I’m worried a little. I’ve got into the habit lately. Sit down and have a smoke. What the devil’s come over you, Max?”
“Why, nothing, you poor fish,” said Lee, taking the other chair. “What’s come over you?”
“Nothing much. Only I’m just in a mood to get this settled.”
“Get what settled?”
“Well, confound it, Max, don’t profess such ignorance. You know we haven’t been on our old terms for months and months. I’m going away soon—somewhere, and I don’t see why we should not part good friends.”
“There’s no reason in the world, Mauney.”
Neither of them thought of smoking, however.
“Yes there is, Max. Let’s be frank.”
“All right. Let’s.”
“I hate to talk this way to you, Max. I know you’re not well.”