"Not a chance. What they want down there is a rough-neck, not a gentleman rubber-down. Say, take it from me; after a fellow has worked in the high-class Turkish baths, Third Avenue joints ain't up to his tone no more. I got to have class, kiddo. That's why I got such a lean toward you."
"Cut that."
"Come down to-night, Marj?"
"Where?"
"Harry's."
"Well, I guess not."
"Buy you a dinner."
"But you're flat as your hand."
He set up a jingling in his left pocket. "I am, am I?"
"Well, I'm not going."