He turned his head. I shall not repeat the word he muttered. It was very improper, though they often refer to it in the Sabbath-schools, always in a hushed breath, however, as though to full-voice it would only fan the flames still higher.
"What have you to say for yourself?" I went on.
"Nothing for myself, but for you, move on and let me alone, or when I get the opportunity, Chuck, I'll punch your head, glasses or no glasses."
"Brother-in-law or no brother-in-law."
"Chuck, will you go on?"—hoarsely. "I mean it."
I saw that he did. "You don't look very happy for a man who has cracked so tremendous a joke."
"Will you go along?"
"Not till I get good and ready, James. I've told too many lies on your account already not to make myself a present of this joyful reunion. Has Miss Annesley any idea of the imposture?"
He did not answer.
"How did you like waiting in Scott Circle the other night?"