"Yes."
"He means it for a joke. He knows you don't like him, and he isn't breaking his heart over it."
"It's pretty cheeky in him! Just tell him when you write that he needn't call me his dear friend again."
"You might hurt his feelings," said Linton, gravely.
"That for his feelings!" said Randolph, with a snap of his fingers. "You say he's traveling. Shall I tell you what I think he is doing?"
"If you like."
"I think he is traveling with a blacking-box in his hand. It's just the business for him."
"I don't think you are right. He wouldn't make enough in that way to pay traveling expenses. He says he has twice come near being robbed."
Randolph laughed derisively.
"A thief wouldn't make much robbing him," he said. "If he got twenty-five cents he'd be lucky."