Then:
"Yuh, I know how you mean. And it's good of you to like beating
it around with me. But you sure got the exaggerated idee of me.
And you'd get sick of the holes I'm likely to land in."
There was a certain pride which seemed dreadfully to shut Mr.
Wrenn out as Morton added:
"Why, man, I'm going to do all of Europe. From the Turkish
jails to--oh, St. Petersburg.... You made good on the _Merian_,
all right. But you do like things shipshape."
"Oh, I'd--"
"We might stay friends if we busted up now and met in New York
again. But not if you get into all sorts of bum places w--"
"Why, look here, Morty--"
"--with me.... However, I'll think it over. Let's not talk
about it till to-morrow."
"Oh, please do think it over, Morty, old man, won't you? And
to-night you'll let me take you to a music-hall, won't you?"
"Uh--yes," Morton hesitated.
A music-hall--not mere vaudeville! Mr. Wrenn could hardly keep
his feet on the pavement as they scampered to it and got
ninepenny seats. He would have thought it absurd to pay
eighteen cents for a ticket, but pence--They were out at
nine-thirty.
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