"Believe me," says he, "I was carried away, quite intoxicated."
"Gwan!" says I. "Where'd you get the stuff?"
"I mean," says he, "by her wonderful beauty. And then, McCabe, in one moment I—I kissed her!"
"Great guns!" says I. "Didn't plant a reg'lar smack, did you?"
He bows his head solemn. "Right on the lips," says he. "You see, we were talking, her lovely face was very close, her glorious eyes were shining into mine, when suddenly—well, it seemed as if I became dizzy, and the next moment I seized her brutally in my arms and—and——"
"Good night!" says I, gaspin'. "What did she hit you with?"
"I—I can't say exactly what happened next," says Dudley. "I think I dropped her and ran out here."
"Of all the boob plays!" says I. "To take a Brodie plunge like that, and then do the fade-away!"
"But what must I do now?" groans Dudley. "Oh, what can I do?"
"Is she still in there?" says I.