“As you prefer.”
“What’s the matter with this? Nobody will interrupt us here.”
“Very well.” The age-old youth wrapped himself in an air of superior expectancy.
“Go ahead,” said the reporter.
“The coat,” reminded Mr. Welton.
Jeremy was annoyed. “Why the devil should I put on a coat with the mercury ramping around 90?”
“A mere formality,” murmured his visitor.
“Oh, very well!” growled Jeremy. He departed and presently returned, fully and uncomfortably garmented.
Again Mr. Arthur Welton inspected him carefully. “You do not wear mourning, I observe.”
“I do not.”