Richard Forrest, Bachelor — page 98: what you’re looking at

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MAKING A PROMISE. 89 with a pile of plates on his head and an armful of glasses, ‘that we actually put ourselves outside of so much food! Ugh! it’s sickening to realize what gluttons men will make of themselves.”’’ Presently Caesar, who had succeeded in restoring some- thing like order to the library, reappeared. “Mr. Eldridge is out heah in de hall, sah,’’ he announced. ‘“Ffe’s on de stair.”’ But before he had chance to say any more, Arthur en- tered and threw himself heavily into a chair. ‘You, Arthur!’’ exclaimed Forrest, rising from the divan where he had lain down while Cesar was tidying up. “Yes, I,’? was the rather gruff response. ‘Such an owl as you oughtn’t to be surprised at a visit at any hour. And it’s only twenty minutes past two.’’ ‘Just the shank of the evening,”’ acquiesced Forrest, yawning, ‘‘and yet I feel as though it might be quite bed- time. ’’ “You must have been having a rattling time here to- night, if appearances go for anything,’’ pursued Arthur. ‘““T saw Ceesar struggling with a mountain of dishes out in the corridor. Bottles, too—a dozen, I should judge.’’ ‘Clifford and Flint wanted to bring those Western boys around here to see my rooms, and so I asked them to sup- per and a little game, and Cliff, as usual, became some- what the worse for wear as the hour grew late. Horrid bore; I’m glad they’re gone.”’ ‘‘And you? Did your share, I suppose?”’ ‘fNo, I scarcely touched a drop or a mouthful, would you believe it? I’ve hada beastly headache since four o’clock.’’ ‘‘So much the better.”’ 46 999 Eh: (COANITICE 6)(6)(6) SS (C(O) im