“What’s the matter of taking a little drive to see some well-known objects of interest?” said his friend.
“Not art galleries,” said Cousin Egbert firmly.
“We said that before—and not churches.”
“And not gents’ furnishing goods.”
“You said that before.”
“Well, you said not churches before.”
“Well, what’s the matter with taking a little drive?”
“Not art galleries,” insisted Cousin Egbert. The thing seemed interminable. I mean to say, they went about the circle as before. It looked to me as if they were having a bit of a spree.
“We’ll have one last drink,” said the Tuttle person.
“No,” said Cousin Egbert firmly, “not another drop. Don’t you see the condition poor Bill here is in?” To my amazement he was referring to me. Candidly, he was attempting to convey the impression that I had taken a drop too much. The other regarded me intently.