I always like your touch.

Say, Boney," the words came gaspingly, the sunken eyes were heavy with pain, "you'll think me a mean brute.

I am, dear fellow, I am; a coward, too, from the same point of view.

But--ill or well, I've got to say it.

You've been running amok to-day, and it's been altogether too lively to be just pleasant.