"I hope he didn't know me," said Arthur, rubbing his forehead, which had struck the pavement as he fell, and feeling considerably sobered by his fall, and the recent flight. "I don't want this scrape to go back to Guly."
"Who's that? your young milk-and-water brother! Pshaw! what does he know about the fun of such things? If you want to enjoy yourself, I advise you to keep your sprees a secret from him; he has no soul to appreciate such affairs."
"You are more than half right there."
"He's the kind of character I can't bear to be near," said Quirk, emphatically.
"You couldn't pay him a higher compliment than to say that," returned Arthur, warmly.
"Well, well, don't get into a miff about a trifle now. Clint, where shall we go to?"
"I shall go home, I reckon; my head aches," said Arthur.
"No, you won't go home either," replied Clinton, pulling him along with him, good-naturedly. "Let's make a night of it, now we have begun. What do you say for the Globe ball-room? There's a high affair there to-night, and
| 'We'll dance all night till broad daylight, And go home with the gals in the morning.'" |
"Agreed," said Quirk; "come along, Pratt. Your foot's in, and it'll be dirty, whether you pull it out first or last; you may as well have the good of it."