With a gesture of brave decision, George returned his money to his pocket.
"You're an easy mark," he observed in accents of deep pity. "I knew you'd think I meant it."
"But didn't you, George?"
"Nah—nothin' like that! I was just kiddin' you along, to see how much you'd swallow."
"It's all right then," agreed P. Sybarite. "Only—George!"
"Huh?"
"Don't you breathe a word of this to Miss Lessing?"
"Why not?"
"Because I tell you not to—because," said P. Sybarite firmly, "I forbid you."
"You—you forbid me? Holy Mike! And what—"