"Well, Carrie!" he cried eagerly.
"Well, Tom," she responded, giving him a languid hand. Stillings rose and departed. Teerswell nodded and said:
"Well, what do you think of last night?"
"A great speech, I hear."
"A fool speech—that speech cost him, I calculate, between twenty-four and forty-eight thousand dollars."
"Possibly he's satisfied with his bargain."
"Possibly. Are you?"
"With his bargain?" quickly. "Yes."
"No," he pressed her, "with your bargain?"
"What bargain?" she parried.