"Well?—I said I was busy."
"Well, here it is: Don't youse think youse got a pretty bum foreman on the St. Etienne job?"
"What business is that of yours?"
"Won't youse talk in a little more of a Christian spirit, Mr. Driscoll?"
It was half a minute before Mr. Driscoll could speak in any kind of a spirit. "Will you please come to the point!"
"Why, I'm there already," the walking delegate returned sweetly. "As I was sayin', don't youse think your foreman on the St. Etienne job is a pretty bum outfit?"
"Keating?—I never had a better."
"D'youse think so? Now I was goin' to suggest, in a friendly way, that youse get another man in his place."
"Are you running my business, or am I?"
"If youse'd only talk with a little more Christian——"