"Have you got the pint, Son?"
"Yes, Father. Here it is ... but just a little!"
"I know what I'm doing!"
He took most of it down at a gulp.
Noticing the anxious look in my eyes.
"Don't worry about me, Johnnie. I can take it or leave it alone ... —always could!"
Before Mrs. Jenkins could come back, Hartman anticipated her with a nurse and a doctor. As Mrs. Jenkins came in, chagrin and indignation showed on her face. But she bowed perforce to the situation. She was too wise not to.
"His lodge-brothers are taking care of Mr. Gregory now, Mrs. Jenkins," explained Mr. Hartman suavely, warning her off, at the same time, with a severe, understanding look in his eyes.