George looked at her seriously. "I don't like your staying over there all night. I don't think it's safe. Dave's all right when he's sober, but they say he ain't sober much nowadays."
"It was all right last night, Jarge. Janet had him in bed and asleep before I got there."
"Well, even so...." George grumbled on.
"H'm," Rosie remarked a little pointedly. "Er—do you remember, Jarge, what I was going to talk to you about last night?"
George looked at her inquiringly. "Was it anything special?"
"Don't you remember what you asked me to ask Danny Agin?"
"I didn't know I asked you to ask him anything." George spoke in candid surprise.
"Oh, Jarge, what a poor memory you've got!" Rosie shook her head despairingly. "You told me what a mess you had made of things with Ellen and you asked my advice about what you ought to do and told me to talk it over with Danny Agin. Now do you remember?"
George did not seem to remember things in just the order that Rosie gave them, but he was gallant enough not to say so and, furthermore, to show his acceptance of her version by an interested: "Oh, is that what you mean?"
Rosie leaned toward him eagerly. "Don't you want to hear what Danny said?"