“Yes.”
“What do you think of Fallows now?”
“I'm strong for him.”
“Peter—you look bushed.”
“It drains a man to spend an evening in that company. A fellow has to have a heavy lid—not to waste fire.”
Lonegan was worried. “You don't mean to say you're getting fevers and emotions.”
“I'm threatened.”
“Mowbray—you're lying. I don't believe you'd let anybody see your fires—not even how well you bank 'em. It isn't in you.”
“I wish it were,” said Peter.