"Shame to blow good coin like that," he said, musingly.
"Why?"
"Well, when a fellow thinks of the blots he makes earning a bean he should be gentle with it."
Nelson laughed derisively.
"You're not getting economical, are you, Bill?"
"No, but, I'm sore on myself to-night. About once a month I take a night off to repent."
Evan pinched his pal's knee-cap.
"A fellow can't be a piker, Bill," he said, with the air of a profligate young millionaire escapading in the columns of the press. "You can't go to parties and things without spending money."
Watson looked at his desk-mate.
"Evan," he said, thoughtfully, "in about two years more you'll be just where I am."