[XIX.]
Cargill takes Bradley in hand.
Cargill was not at the table the next morning, but he came in later, and greeted Bradley brusquely, as he flung his rag of a hat on the floor.
"Well, legislator, what is on the tapis this morning? Anything I can do for you?"
"No, I guess not. I am going to look up a new boarding-house."
"What's the matter with this?"
"Too rich for my blood."
"Just repeat that, please."
"Can't stand the expense."