"Sure?"
"Yes. I'll get it for you."
"What will you do—bleed old Allen?"
"Never mind, I'll get it, and that's enough. By the way, I want you to do something for me."
"What is it?"
"Deliver a letter to Tommy Macklin. I have got an engagement to-night, and I want Tommy to get the letter before morning."
"All right. Hand it over. Where are you going now?"
"Home to get shaved and fixed up and have a nap. I was up all night, and I feel it."
"You're going it pretty strong."
"Don't preach, Dicky, my boy. For your age, I think you go it pretty well yourself."