“It is after sunset now,” said Ned; “and we are not both wrong. I am right.”
“Cheerful self-confidence,” said the Professor. “Please let me understand the cause of wrath.”
“Simply because I object to the Blush Rose,” said Ned. “I say that he has come between us.”
“And I say”—broke in Tom.
“Hush, Tom!” said the Professor, “until Ned has finished.”
“I have nothing more to say,” said Ned, “except that Tom must, once for all, choose between us.”
“Very well,” said Tom; “as you please; only, while I don’t care for any fellow as I do for you, I’m not going to submit to dictation.”
“You’re entangled with some woman, through Blodgett,” said Ned. “He’s a nice associate for a gentleman, he is.”
“I entangled with a woman!” repeated Tom. “Why, Ned! you’re crazy.”
“Whose picture is it that you are carrying?” asked Ned.