They didn't blush when I pulled that; they turned pale, both o' them, and I seen that I was goin' to win, sure.
"Come on!" I says to the Missus. "We must be on our way."
We left 'em before they could stop us and walked acrost the street and along through the park.
"Where are we headed?" ast the Wife.
"I don't know," I says; "but I don't want to spoil their good time."
"I don't believe they're havin' a good time," she says.
"How could they help it?" says I. "When two true lovers is left alone together, what more could they ast for?"
"They's somethin' wrong with 'em," says the Missus. "They act like they was mad at each other. And Bess told me when we was out to the Edgewater Club that she wished we was home."
"That's a fine way for her to talk," I says, "when I'm tryin' to show her a good time!"
"And I overheard Elmer," says the Missus, "askin' one o' the bell boys where he could get somethin' to drink; and the bell boy ast him what kind of a drink, and he says, whisky or poison—it didn't make no difference."