"Certainly. Because, being small, I got hit on the head a great deal. I sometimes think it's why I'm too dull to make you understand what I mean to say."
George looked at him.
"I think I do, Driggs; and thanks."
"Then," Wandel said, brightly, "you'll come and dine with me."
"I will. I will. Where shall we go? Not to the club."
"I fancy one club wouldn't be pleasant for you this evening," Wandel said, quietly.
George caught his breath.
"Why not?"
But Wandel wouldn't satisfy him until they were in a small restaurant and seated at a wall table sufficiently far from people to make quiet tones safe.
"It's too bad," he said then, "that great men won't take warnings."