"I say, Dink——"
"Get out, I told you!" The pillow struck the door with a bang. "I won't have any one snooping around here!"
The next instant Dennis, resolved on martyrdom, stepped inside, saying:
"I say, old man, if it'll do you any good, take it out on me."
Stover, thus defied, stopped and said:
"Dennis, I don't want to talk about it."
"All right," said Dennis, sitting down.
"And I want to be alone."
"Correct," said Dennis, who didn't budge.
They sat in moody silence, without lighting the lamp.