"Not if we did without wine?"
"Six hundred."
"Wine and cigars, Charles?"
"Six hundred."
"I'll give up auction."
Charles cleared his throat as though about to make a concession.
"Make it five," I pleaded. "Make it five and you shall be my best man."
"Very well," he said, "I make it five hundred."
"And now, Charles, good-bye."
"Why good-bye?"