“Is it possible? I declare, I had quite forgotten the circumstance.”
“Forgotten it! I’ll bet you didn’t! I think I have taken pains enough to keep you informed of it.”
“Don’t be rude, Mr. Shaytop. I don’t permit any man to dun me.”
“Don’t you? Well, by George, you have made an exception in my favor. Haven’t I been to see you once a week for the last three months?”
“I don’t remember,” I replied, vacantly.
“Look here, my gay bird, you can’t tom-fool me any longer. I’m going to have my money, or break something,” he added, with an energetic gesture.
“Certainly, my dear sir, if I owe you anything, I shall pay it with greater pleasure than you will receive it.”
“I’ll bet you won’t! I want to see Mr. Bristlebach. I don’t think he likes to have his clerks run up bills for teams, and not pay for them.”
“All right; you can see Mr. Bristlebach, if you wish. He is in the director’s room. Shall I introduce you to him?”