“Good. Will you go with me to Long Branch to-morrow morning?”
“To-morrow morning? No, I can’t go to-morrow morning.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’ve got a calendar on my hands.”
“When can you go?”
“I might arrange to run down to-morrow night, and come back Wednesday morning.”
“For mercy’s sake, then, do so. On what train will you start with me to-morrow night?”
“Call at my office at four o’clock in the afternoon, and I’ll let you know. You may count, Ripley, upon my doing all I can for you.”
Mr. Romer went back to his bowling.
Mr. Flint said, “Well, I don’t see that we can go any further to-night.”