Freed from this dread, I fell into an extreme of garrulity that landed me in a quagmire of discomfiture.
After I had thus talked for a while, rather disconnectedly, he interrupted me.
“Renny,” he said, “you’re pretty fond of the girl, aren’t you?”
I heard him with a little shock of surprise.
“Not that I care,” he went on, airily, “except for your sake, old boy.”
“What do you mean?” I said.
“We’re up to a thing or two, aren’t we?” said he, “but she’s fifty tricks to our one.”
“She has her good points, Jason.”
“Oh, yes; lots of them. So many that it hardly seems worth while noticing her setting you up against me.”
“She’s never done anything of the sort!” I cried, hotly.