Saul winced.
“Turn for turn, you know.”
“If I’m so mean you shouldn’t go out with me; and next time I suggest an investment to you, tell me of it.”
“There, don’t cut up rough, man. That’s right, old girl; put it down here.”
“Please don’t let master drink, Mr Saul, sir,” whispered the old housekeeper.
Saul gave her a meaning nod and look, and the old lady went back to the house satisfied, while Saul drew his chair from the shadow of the great lilac to get nearer the table.
“I suppose I may,” he said.
“May! Of course; open a bottle for me, too, and don’t be stingy with the whiskey.”
“But are you sure that it will not hurt you?”
“Hurt! No; it does me good.”