"Do you yourself?"
"I could make a bunch of money if you would come in," he repeated artfully, but ignored the direct question.
The next day, he was more artful than ever. He was, indeed, full of another proposition. He smiled as he told his friend.
"I'm going to marry that woman out there," he said, low and confidentially.
"On Fourteenth?" the other echoed cheerfully, returning a sincere smile. "That's where you're a man. That'll sure be dandy. When?"
"Oh, not yet a-while, not until I get a divorce from the last one."
"Oh—then. M-m. So you've been married already, rather, you are."
"I have never told you much of my past life, except from a business point, have I?" He smiled naively, and, taking a chair, he became seated, placed his feet in the window, and proceeded to narrate a part of his past.
"I've been married twice," he began.
"Oh, twice...."