“What is the matter?” Montague asked.
“There’s hell to pay,” was the reply—and then silence.
When Oliver appeared, a few minutes later, he did not even stop to set down his hat, but exclaimed, “Allan, what in heaven’s name have you been doing?”
“What do you mean?” asked the other.
“Why, that suit!”
“What about it?”
“Good God, man!” cried Oliver. “Do you mean that you really don’t know what you’ve done?”
Montague was staring at him. “I’m afraid I don’t,” said he.
“Why, you’re turning the world upside down!” exclaimed the other. “Everybody you know is crazy about it.”
“Everybody I know!” echoed Montague. “What have they to do with it?”