A single step away, in the door of the iron-worker's shop, Beloiseau, too quick for Chester, at whose elbow he stood, replied: "Tis gone better! Tis gone to the editor--of the greatez' magazine of the worl'!"
"Bravo! Sinze how long?"
"A week," Chester said.
"Hah! and his rip-ly?"
"Hasn't come yet."
"Ah, look out, now! Look out he don' steal that! You di'n' write him: 'Wire answer'? You muz' do that! I'll pay it myseff!"
"I thought I'd wait one more day. He may have other manuscripts to consider."
"Mr. Chezter, that manuscrip' is not in a prize contess; 'tis only with itseff! You di'n' say that?"
"I--implied it--as gracefully as I could."
"Ah! graze'--the h-only way to write those fellow, tha'z with the big stick! 'Wire h-answer!'"