"Well, sir?"
"I tasted whiskey," said David. "I lighted a cigarette, I registered a bet of two cents upon the weather, and I made love."
Uriah Grey with difficulty suppressed a moan.
"Did you!" he said dully.
"Yes," said David. "I kissed the glove upon a lady's hand." He laughed. "It smelled of gasoline," he said.
Mr. Grey grunted.
"And what are your plans?"
"What!" cried David offendedly. "Are you through with me?"
"No, my boy—no."
David hesitated.