'Won't you—sit down and—have a chat?'
Roger is bowled over. 'A what? You and me!'
'Why not?' rather truculently.
'Oh—oh, all right,' sitting uncomfortably.
The cigar gets several more stabs.
'I suppose you catch an early train to-morrow?'
'The 5.20. I have flag-signalling at half-past six.'
'Phew! Hours before I shall be up.'
'I suppose so.'
'Well, you needn't dwell on it, Roger.'