"That's it; there, that is it!"
In his eagerness, Fargus extended his hand until it touched the lawyer on the sleeve.
"Doesn't understand that just because you run a few fine places, that don't mean money—but expenses."
"Ah, Mr. Bofinger!" Fargus said, raising his hands.
"Come, now, you're worried over expenses at home, or rather at what you may be getting into, and you find the trouble is here,—dealing with a woman you're in love with ain't like talking business to a man."
"Mr. Bofinger," Fargus said solemnly, "You've struck the nail on the head. That's my case—you can't handle a woman like a man."
"Of course not. You're not the man to do it either. You'd spend everything on her!"
Fargus, with an effort, allowed the statement to pass without betraying his emotion.
"I'll tell you the best way," Bofinger said, after drumming a moment with his fingers, while Fargus pricked up his ears. "Here, this is it! Get a friend to talk to her."