"Pinched," said DeLancy, returning gloomy and, flopping on the piano stool, he struck an angry chord.
The three friends, according to male etiquette, maintained an attitude of correct incomprehension while Fred marched lugubriously up and down the keyboard. "Holy cats, now I am in for it!"
"Louise Varney?" said Bojo.
"Louise! And I swore on my grandmother's knuckles I was going up country this afternoon. Beautiful—beautiful prospect! I say, Bojo, you got me into this—you've got to stick by me!"
"What's that mean?"
"Shooting off in the car with us for luncheon. For the love of me, stand by a fellow, will you?"
Bojo hesitated.
"Go on," said Marsh with a wary look. "If you don't, the infant'll come back married!"
"Quite possible," said DeLancy, disconsolately.
"I'll go if you'll stand for the lecture," said Bojo severely, for DeLancy had become a matter of serious deliberation.