"But I got to find him," I says. "He's my guest."
"You can have him," she says.
I found him up in his room. The bell boy had got him somethin', and it wasn't poison, neither. At least I haven't never died of it.
"Well, Bishop," I says, "finish it up and come down-stairs. Bess and the Wife'll want some supper."
"You'll have to excuse me," he says. "I don't feel like eatin' a thing."
"But you can come down and set with us," I says. "Bess will be sore if you don't."
"Listen here!" he says. "You've took too much for granted. They's nothin' between your sister-in-law and I. If you've set your heart on us bein' somethin' more'n friends, I'm sorry. But they's not a chance."
"Bishop," I says, "this is a blow to me. It comes like a shock."
And to keep myself from faintin' I took the bottle from his dresser and completed its ruin.
"You won't even come down and set with us?" I says.