"Whass a li'l thing like dim light, when the light of your life has gone out?"
"I beg your pardon?"
Without further invitation, the mammoth descended on the Englishman's territory.
"I'm a broken-hearted man, Mr.—Mr.—I didn't get your name."
"Er—ah—I dare say."
"Thanks, I will sit down." He lifted a great carry-all and airily tossed it into the aisle, set the Gladstone on the lap of the infuriated Englishman, and squeezed into the seat opposite, making a sad mix-up of knees.
"My name's Wellington. Ever hear of li'l Jimmie Wellington? That's me."
"Any relation to the Duke?"
"Nagh!"
He no longer interested Mr. Wedgewood. But Mr. Wellington was not aware that he was being snubbed. He went right on getting acquainted: