“Say, Jim, it’s a shame to keep you awake, but—”
“Gee, I ain’t sleepy. I’d rather talk than not.”
“Well, about Janus. You know we were speaking of it a while back. You’ll join, eh?”
“I don’t know, Clem. I ain’t—I’m not much for society doings. Gee, I don’t even own a dress-suit!”
“You don’t need a dress-suit, you gump! I’m going to put you through next week, and there’s an end to it.”
“Well, if you want me to, all right. Father got rid of some timberland the other day that he’s been trying to sell for three or four years. He didn’t get quite all he wanted, but he did pretty well. So I guess I can afford this Janus thing.”
Still later: “Jim, you asleep?”
“Yes. What’ll you have?”
“Listen. About Mart coming back—”
“I know. That’s all right.”