"Oh, yes, I know; they've all got some old retainers hanging on
that they give a square meal to once a year, but don't you get
mixed up with 'em."

Parkins had returned by this time and was pouring a fresh cup of
coffee.

"Now, Parkins, that's something like--No, I don't want any
kidneys--I don't want any toast--I don't want anything, Parkins--
haven't I told you so?"

"Yes, sir; thank you sir."

"Black coffee is the only thing that'll settle this head. What you
want to do, Jack, is to send that old fossil word that you've got
another engagement, and . . .Parkins, is there anything going on
here to-night?"

"Yes, sir; Miss Cocinne is giving a small dance."

"There, Jack--that's it. That'll let you out with a whole skin."

"No, I can't, and I won't, Uncle Arthur," he answered in an
indignant tone. "If you knew him as I do, and had seen him last
night, you would--"

"No, I don't want to know him and I don't want to see him. You are
all balled up, I see, and can't work loose, but take him upstairs;
don't let your aunt come across him or she'll have a fit." Here he