“Was it fighting, Dick?”
“Yes.”
“Who were you fighting with?”
“I wasn’t fighting. I was assaulting and battering.”
“Why, Dick!”
“If it’s any satisfaction to you to know it I made one grand job of it.”
“Why should it be any satisfaction to me?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why, Dick!” Nancy said again. “I didn’t know you had any of that kind of brutality in you.”