But what on earth are YOU doing here ?" Without answering the question, Demorest turned to his companion with the same good-natured, half humorous authority.

"Let your wife wait; take a drive with me.

I want to talk to you.

She'll be just as glad to see you an hour later, and it's her fault if I can't come home with you now." "I know it," returned his companion, in a tone of half-annoyed apology.
"She still sticks to her old compact when we first married, that she shouldn't be obliged to receive my old worldly friends.

And, see here, Dick, I thought I'd talked her out of it as regards YOU at least, but Parson Thomas has been raking up all the old stories about you--you know that affair of the Fall River widow, and that breaking off of Garry Spofferth's match--and about your horse-racing--until--you know, she's more set than ever against knowing you." "That's not a bad sort of horse you've got there," interrupted Demorest, who usually conducted conversation without reference to alien topics suggested by others.