"Who are you plannin' to have in the audience, Chetty?" says I.
"Why," says he, "there'll be three or four of the fellows up, and maybe some of the crowd that mother's invited will drop in too."
"Miss Angelica likely to be in the bunch?" says I.
Chester pinks up at that and tries to make out he hadn't thought anything about Angelica's bein' there at all. But I'd heard a lot about this particular young lady, and when I sees the colour on Chester his plan was as clear as if the entries was posted on a board.
"All right, Chetty," says I; "have it any way you say. I'll be up early Saturday night."
So that's what I was doin' in the smoker on the five-nine, with my gym. suit and gaslight clothes in a kit bag up on the rack. Just as they shuts the gates and gives the word to pull out, in strolls the last man aboard and piles in alongside of me. I wouldn't have noticed him special if he hadn't squinted at the ticket I'd stuck in the seat back, and asked if I was goin' to get off at that station.
"I was thinkin' some of it when I paid my fare," says I.
"Ah!" says he, kind of gentle and blinkin' his eyes. "That is my station, too. Might I trouble you to remind me of the fact when we arrive?"
"Sure," says I; "I'll wake you up."
He gives me another blink, pulls a little readin' book out of his pocket, slumps down into the seat, and proceeds to act like he'd gone into a trance.