"Oh, Lord! Oh, Lord!" said Mudd. "Don't tell me—I know—and, me, I've been working forty years for five hundred."
"He couldn't have taken it out with him to-day, do you think?"
"No, Mr. Robert, I don't think he's as far gone as that. He's always been pretty close with his money, and closeness sticks, abrogation or no abrogation; but it's not the money I'm worritin' so much about as the women."
"What women?"
"Them that's always looking out for such as he."
"Well, we must coosh them off," said Bobby.
"You'll be here in the morning, Mr. Robert?"
"Yes, I'll be here, and, meanwhile, keep an eye on him."
"Oh, I'll keep an eye on him," said Mudd.
Then the yawning night porter saw this weird conference close, Mudd going off upstairs and Bobby departing, a soberer and wiser young man even than when he had entered.