"You surprise me!" said Ravenslee sleepily.
"You're goin' t' quit Hell's Kitchen for good and—you ain't comin' back!"
"You amaze me!" and Ravenslee yawned behind his hand.
"An' now you're goin' t' listen why an' wherefore—if you can keep awake a minute!"
"I'll try, Mr. Flowers, I'll try."
M'Ginnis thrust clenched hands into his pockets and surveyed Ravenslee with scornful eyes—his lounging figure and stooping shoulders, his long, white hands and general listless air.
"God!" he exclaimed, "that she should trouble t' look twice at such a nancy-boy!" and he spat, loud and contemptuously.
"Almost think you're trying to be rude, Mr. Flowers."
"Aw—I couldn't be, to a—thing like you! An' see here—me name's M'Ginnis!"
"But then," sighed Ravenslee, "I prefer to call you Flowers—a fair name for a foul thing—"