"Where is Louise?" he asked weakly.
"She's went and married that awful little Jap of yours last night. Here, take another sniff at this. Go on; don't be afraid of it. I've give it to the young ladies regular for the last five years. What's that, sir?"
"Nothing—nothing," he whispered.
"You said something, sir."
"And you're not Miss Frost?"
"One of them scrawny—I beg pardon, sir! Did you think I was—"
"Well, if that's the case, I can tell you what I said a moment ago. I said 'D—n it all!' Where am I?"
"At Mr. Gladding's, sir."
"Is Sago upstairs?"
"No, sir; they've gone to the matinee on their wedding trip, Mr. Hamshaw."