"Turkey, old man, God bless you!" answered the confidant, with nice regard for old precedents. Then he added, a little choked, "Turkey, I, too—I——"
"I understand, Kid," said Turkey, gravely clapping his shoulder; "I've known it all along."
"Dear old boy!"
They walked in silence.
"What's her name?" asked Turkey, slowly.
"Lucille. And hers?"
"Marie Louise."
Another silence.
"Kid, is it all right?"