Then he went home.
"He hasn't talked to me about any of these later flames," thought Hurstwood to himself.

"He thinks I think he cares for the girl out there." "He ought not to think I'm knocking around, since I have just introduced him out there," thought Drouet.
"I saw you," Hurstwood said, genially, the next time Drouet drifted in to his polished resort, from which he could not stay away.

He raised his forefinger indicatively, as parents do to children.
"An old acquaintance of mine that I ran into just as I was coming up from the station," explained Drouet.

"She used to be quite a beauty." "Still attracts a little, eh ?" returned the other, affecting to jest.
"Oh, no," said Drouet, "just couldn't escape her this time." "How long are you here ?" asked Hurstwood.
"Only a few days." "You must bring the girl down and take dinner with me," he said.
"I'm afraid you keep her cooped up out there.

I'll get a box for Joe Jefferson." "Not me," answered the drummer.