So I thought I'd just wun ovah and see you." He relapsed into moody silence.
"You've come to the right shop, I do believe," said Atwood.

"Mr.
Thompson, let me make you acquainted with my old friend Wyatt." "Chawmed, I'm suah!" muttered Wyatt, adjusting his monocle.
"You have probably heard of him," pursued Atwood.

"He appears regularly in the Sunday Supplements as a Horrible Example--Anson Walworth Wyatt, nephew to his uncle.

But for all he seems such a silly, supercilious ass, he's a good old chap at heart, a 'weal' lion in an ass-skin.

Mr.Thompson, have I permission to share this letter with my friend ?" "Why not ?" said Steve.
"This is a Western man's business letter," explained Atwood.