"Well, I think you have done enough for both of us."
"Oh, indeed! Well, that is hard of me! I came in here expecting to find you breaking the furniture, and you are as calm and serene as a summer's morning. I tell you, Frank, it is an awful shock! And you are the one who should do the most swearing. I can't understand you, hanged if I can!"
"Well, you know there is an old saw that says it is useless to cry over spilled milk—"
"Confound your old saws! Crying and swearing are two different things. Don't you ever cuss, Frank?"
"Never."
"Well, I'd like to know how you can help it on an occasion like this! That is what gets me."
"Never having acquired the habit, it is very easy to get along without swearing, which is, beyond a doubt, the most foolish habit a man can get into."
Rattleton held up both hands, with a look of absolute horror on his face.
"Don't—don't preach now!" he protested. "I think the habit of swearing is a blessing sometimes—an absolute blessing. A man can relieve his feelings that way when he can't any other."
"You don't seem to have succeeded in relieving your feelings much."