"A new version of Omar Khayyàm," I said.
"'A pipe, you know ... and Thou
Beside me, chatting in the wilderness.'"
"I suppose you 'll let me in when Ewart comes."
"I 've nothing to say about that; it is n't my den."
"I was under the impression it was wholly yours, judging from your possession of it."
"Now, no sarcasm, Jamie Macleod; work is work, and there 's been a lot to do in here—not but what I 've taken solid comfort in putting this room into shape."
"Oh, yes, we have seen that; even Cale remarked to me the other night that he 'guessed' Mr. Ewart knew a good thing when he saw it, as he had a general furnisher and library assistant all in one, who was working for his interest about as hard as she could."
"Good for Cale, he is a discerning person. But he seems to be following suit pretty closely along his lines."
"I hear you 're to catalogue the books that are in the den."
"That is my order."