"Who's the bloke?"

"None of your business, Charley Long. I've got a date, that's
all."

"I'll make it my business. Remember that lah-de-dah bookkeeper
rummy? Well, just keep on rememberin' him an' what he got."

"I wish you'd leave me alone," she pleaded resentfully. "Can't
you be kind just for once?"

The blacksmith laughed unpleasantly.

"If any rummy thinks he can butt in on you an' me, he'll learn
different, an' I'm the little boy that'll learn 'm.--Friday
night, eh? Where?"

"I won't tell you."

"Where?" he repeated.

Her lips were drawn in tight silence, and in her cheeks were
little angry spots of blood.

"Huh!--As if I couldn't guess! Germania Hall. Well, I'll be
there, an' I'll take you home afterward. D'ye get that? An' you'd
better tell the rummy to beat it unless you want to see'm get his
face hurt."