“Tush, tush!” said Belknap-Jackson.
“No, sir; I apologize, but it ain’t for one minute because I’m afraid of you.”
“Your bare apology is ample; I’m bound to accept it,” replied the other, a bit uneasily I thought.
“Come right down to it,” continued Cousin Egbert, “I ain’t afraid of hardly any person. I can be pushed just so far.” Here he looked significantly at Mrs. Effie.
“After all I’ve tried to do for him!” she moaned. “I thought he had something in him.”
“Darn it all, I like to be friendly with my friends,” he bluntly persisted. “I call a man anything that suits me. And I ain’t ever apologized yet because I was afraid. I want all parties here to get that.”
“Say no more, please. It’s quite understood,” said Belknap-Jackson hastily. The other subsided into low mutterings.
“I trust you fully understand the situation, Ruggles—Colonel Ruggles,” he continued to me.
“It’s preposterous, but plain as a pillar-box,” I answered. “I can only regret it as keenly as any right-minded person should. It’s not at all what I’ve been accustomed to.”
“Very well. Then I suggest that you accompany me for a drive this afternoon. I’ll call for you with the trap, say at three.”