“So it seems. But cheer up, man,” replied Broad imperturbably, “it’s not as bad as having a tooth drawn.”
“Nor half as unpleasant as a funeral,” put in Trellis, with a grin.
Grey turned to Robb.
“Come on,” he said abruptly. “Let’s get. I shall say things in a minute if I stay here.”
“That ’ud be something new for you,” called out Broad, as the two men left the room.
The door closed on his remark and he turned to his companion.
“I’m sorry for the poor girl,” he went on. “The most can-tankerous pig I ever ran up against––is Grey.”
“Yes,” agreed the other; “I can’t think how a decent fellow like Robb Chillingwood can chum up with him. He’s a surly clown––only fit for such countries as the Yukon, where he comes from. He’s not particularly clever either. Yes,” turning to the waitress, “the usual. How would you like to be the bride?”
The girl shook her head.