He might have been talking to a sister.
"Oh, lots, presently.

I'm so tired to-night, old boy." He would have given Parnassus for a different answer.

"All right then," he said.

"So long." "So long, Marty! Don't be too late." She nodded and smiled and went upstairs.
And he nodded and smiled and went down--to the mental depths.

"What am I to do ?" he asked himself.