I really think not, old man. I remember the fate of old Burleigh. And I never even gave you a watch.
Parbury.
George, you hurt me. [Slight pause.] Then you refuse?
Gunning.
I make conditions.
Parbury.
What are they?
Gunning.
That you come yachting with me from to-morrow till the end of the week. I’ve hired a charming little twenty-tonner, one after your own heart—that is, if your heart or my memory hasn’t entirely changed.