“Why do you think he dreamed it? Have you heard the rest of the story?”
“No—but anyone can see what’s coming.”
“Is it such an every-day affair with you? So much the less reason for thinking Holcomb dreamed it.”
Hartruff laughed contemptuously.
“O, well, never mind—go on with your tarradiddle.”
“You will pardon me then for telling what must, of course, be commonplace to a member of the General Committee?”
“O, go to the devil!”
“You forget yourself, my dear Hartruff. Why direct me to headquarters, when his deputies are members of decent down-town clubs?”
“Come, come, gentlemen,” interposed Lawton, “this is going too far.”
“Precisely what I just remarked to Hartruff,” drawled Norris.