"Cut myself shaving," replied Evan with a casual air.
"You must have shaved early. It's dry."
Evan's only reply was another cadenza.
"Here's a change of tune!" commented Charley. "Last night it was the Dead March from Saul."
"Come on, slug! Breakfast's on the table."
It was impossible for Charley to be ill-tempered for long. Presently he began to grin. "Pleasant walking in the Square last night?" he asked dryly.
Evan couldn't quite confide in him, but he was not unwilling that Charley should guess how matters stood. "Out-o'-sight!" he cried.
"Want to borrow some money?" said Charley carelessly. "I'm flush."
Evan stared. "How did you guess that?"
"They generally do," said Charley airily.