In think I see their meaning, but----" G.Selden looked good-naturedly apologetic himself.
"Well, it's slang--you see," he explained.

"I guess I can't help it.
You--" flushing a trifle, but without any touch of resentment in the boyish colour, "you know what sort of a chap I am.

I'm not passing myself off as anything but an ordinary business hustler, am I--just under salesman to a typewriter concern?
I shouldn't like to think I'd got in here on any bluff.

I guess I sling in slang every half dozen words----." "My dear boy," Penzance was absolutely moved and he spoke with warmth quite paternal, "Lord Mount Dunstan and I are genuinely interested--genuinely.

He, because he knows New York a little, and I because I don't.