movements than I do," said I, pretending to resent his assumption.
"You may bet your hat I do!"
Sometimes when Brunt is in the very best of spirits, he relapses into the baldest slang. To rest his English, he explains.
"Bless you, Dick," I've heard him say, "you don't want to drive a willing horse to death—I shouldn't have any English left if I squandered it on you!"
"Perhaps you would be kind enough to enlighten me as to my immediate future," said I.
"Of course I will. That's just what I looked in for," and he glanced at me quizzically, yet I fancied a little doubtfully too.
"Fire away," said I, "but just bear in mind that the lease of this office has another year to run."
John had walked to the window and stood with his back planted against it, fixing me with that look which I think I have mentioned before, as though he were taking aim.
