He was rewarded with a severe look from George, who said, in a serious tone—
"It isn't right, old chap; no man ought to deceive his wife. Tell the truth and shame the devil. That's my motto."
"Keep your motto," said Busby, rudely. "I don't want it. I bet you'd do the same if you were married."
"I wouldn't," said George, decidedly. "No, not for—not for £500 I wouldn't."
Busby was just raising a glass to his lips, but his hand began to shake so that he had to put it down. He mopped his brow, pulled out his watch, and thought it was about time he was getting home.
"Let's see, you're going the station way, I suppose?" he said when they got outside.
"I'm going your way," said George. "I'm coming home to supper, old man, to hear some of your stories."
"What?" roared Busby.
"Those you find in the books at the Free Library," said George. "I shall enjoy them, I'll be bound."
"Look here," said Busby, assuming a threatening attitude, "that's enough of it."