“Well, I can’t think of a gentleman in me, as I never was one.”
“Of course, you always had to work, but you will never have to if you get me away from here. Come, Pat, wake up! You may never have the chance again to be a gentleman.”
“I will study this over and see if I want this chance. I feel the cold chills run up and down me back. Does that belong to the appearance of a gentleman?”
“It does. You see, just talking about it, you are feeling the gentleman vibrations.”
“Well, I think I have got the plot, and what I miss now I can get along without. I will hasten to the office,” the superintendent whispered.
Pat continued: “I think I’ll be getting along back to the office, Mr. Pearson. The superintendent will be after asking me, ‘Why the delay?’”
“Come around often, Pat, and talk to me.”
“That I will. Well, I am a gentleman, or can be if I want to give up me job here.”
“Pat, I have been looking for you for some time. You are not so lively as you used to be. Are you feeling your age? You look worried. Pray tell me what is the trouble,” said the officer as Pat entered the office.