"Like that!" commented Pat. "But why be bitter about a jaunt to the Sunny? I wish it was me.... Give ear: what's old Bobs growling about?"
The heavy voice of Dr. Osterhout penetrated to them. "All very well for the club. But I wouldn't have the swine in my house."
To which Ralph Fentriss's musical and tolerant tones replied: "Oh, you can't judge a man solely on the basis of his business, can you, now?"
"If his business is that of a panderer, I can."
"Rough talk," murmured Pat to Dee. "Who's the accused?"
"Because Peter Waddington's newspaper," put in Browning, "has violated some technical rule of the medical profession——"
"Technical nothing! It isn't technicality. It's ordinary law and order and decency. Look at that column. Abortionists, every one of 'em."
"Oh, myo-my!" whispered Pat, vastly enjoying this. "They're waxing wroth."
"A very useful contribution to the social system," said Jameson James in his precise enunciation, with a lift obviously intended to be humorous.