I'm not doing any harm, am I, standing out here ?" "What do you gain by standing here in the cold and--" "Never mind what I gain.

That's my affair," said George, his voice shaking in spite of its forced gruffness.
Simmy was undaunted.

"Have you been drinking to-night ?" "None of your damned business.

What do you mean by--" "I am your friend, George," broke in Simmy earnestly.

"I can see now that you've had a drink or two, and you--" "I'm as sober as you are!" "More so, I fear.