But that's none of your business, Simmy, so don't say another word." "It's pretty rough, that's all." "On me--or her ?" "Both of you," said Simmy sharply.

"I say, come over and see me to-morrow afternoon, George,--at three o'clock.

Sober, if you don't mind.

I've got something to say to you--" "No use, Simmy," sighed George.
"You are fond of Anne, aren't you ?" "Certainly.

What's that got to do with it ?" "She may need you soon.