"Thank you. Wish I felt as I look, then."
"You'd make the Gould and Vanderbilt crowd look like visitors, if you hadn't forgot your overcoat."
"I left it at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel——"
"Sa—ay, if that ain't like me!" drawled the man, the twinkle of moonlight striking a humourous glint in his eye. "Kind of absent-minded. I left my Sunday suit just that way at the White House last week, where I'd been spending Saturday to Monday with my friend Willy T."
"You think I'm lying?" said Loveland, with curiosity rather than resentment.
"Just kiddin'."
"You're mistaken. They turned me out of the hotel——"
"Gee! But you was there?"
"Yes."
"If that ain't the swell thing! I wouldn't mind bein' turned out, if once they'd let me in. I should say to myself, 'Well, sir, you've lived.' That's what I never have done, but what I'm always meanin' to do, when my time comes. Say, would it be offensive if I asked why they—er——"