"I want you to get me a ticket for the trial."
He started--really! The start was unconcealed. There was no mistake about it.
"The trial? Do you mean for Tennant's trial?"
"I do."
"Do you propose to be present?"
"Certainly."
"What for?"
"It will be so funny."
"Are you meditating active interposition?"
He eyed me as if he would have searched out my inmost soul. His anxiety--obvious at last--amused me.