“That I will,” said Trevor. “Now then, go on! What’s the next plot against my peace of mind?”
“Suppose I ask you a question or two!”
“All right—go on!”
“Have you noticed anything wrong with Humphrey?”
“Been precious sulky lately.”
“Sulky! The fellow’s looked daggers at you, and has barely answered you civilly.”
“Well, he has been queer, certainly.”
“Why is it?” said Pratt.
“Bilious—out of order—how should I know?”
“The poor fellow’s in love!”