"St. Nicholas."
"We'd better walk; it will do you good to walk."
"Just as you say."
"Of course, I would only advise you for your good."
"I know it; but old fellow, why did you make me drink so much?"
"I thought you could stand it better. I'm as cool as a cucumber."
He pressed the young man's arm, and led him into a side street.
"What's that for? This ain't the way to St. Nicholas."
"I know it."
"Why don't you go up Broadway?"