“I mean,” said the other, doggedly, “you have got me into a confounded scrape, and you are bound to get me out of it.”
“That is speaking like a man of sense. It is what I intend to do; but can’t we sleep over it first? I want what the old ladies call my ‘natural rest.’”
“There’s no time for that. The old governor is always pottering about by six o’clock, and it’s just as likely, as the landlord talks English, he’ll be down by way of gossiping with him, and ask if the bill is settled.”
“What an old beast he must be. I wonder you could have married into such a vulgar set.”
“If you have nothing to say but abuse of my connections, I am not going to waste any more time here.”
“There, that’s a dear fellow; go to bed now, and call me somewhere towards four in the afternoon.”
“This is rather more than a joke.”
“To be sure it is, man; it is dead sleepiness. Goodnight.”
“I see you have found your purse—how much had you in it?”
“Count it, if you’re curious,” said Calvert, drowsily.