"But never mind; I'm here. Dennis de Brian de Boru Finnegan—ready and willing."
"Irishman, I do believe you're embarrassed," said Stover, surprised.
"I'm not," said Finnegan indignantly. "Only—only, I want to be impressive. Dink, you're getting in wrong again."
"What in thunder——"
"You are, Dink, you are. But don't worry; I'm here. In the first place, you can't forget what every one else has forgotten."
"Forget what?"
"The late unpleasantness," said Finnegan, with an expelling wave of his hand. "That's over, spiked, dished, set back, covered up, cobwebbed, no flowers and no tombstone."
"I know."
"No, you don't—that's just it. You've got it on your mind—brooding and all that sort of thing."
Stover sat down and stared at the Lilliputian philosopher.