"You here!" exclaimed Mr. Lamb, as if he were not too well pleased to see him. "I didn't know."
Mr. Luker's greeting, although well meant, was a little peculiar.
"My dear Mr. Lamb, how well you are always looking!--and always so beautifully dressed. What a lovely pin you have in your pretty necktie! Now I know a friend who would give you----"
"I don't want to know what your friend would give me! Confound it, Luker, I never see you but you tell me what some one you know would give me for something I have on. You might be a marine store-dealer."
"There are worse trades, Mr. Lamb--there are worse trades. Now with regard to that exquisite pair of trousers----"
"Look here, Luker, if you're going to tell me what some one you know will give me for my trousers, I'll throw something at you."
"You mustn't do that, Mr. Lamb, it might be something worth money--everything in the room is so very beautiful. Mrs. Lamb, I wish you good-morning."
"Now, no nonsense, Luker. I want that within a week--and you've got to see I have it--if you don't want trouble!"
"I understand perfectly, and will bear what you have said well in mind. You shall hear from me again very shortly."
"I will see I do!"