There was surprise and annoyance in Marks's face for a moment. Then it vanished like a shadow and he smiled pleasantly. "You 're late to dinner," he said; "perhaps you were not expected."
"I think," said I, "that we were not expected, but we have come."
"I see," said Marks.
Peppers broke into a hoarse laugh and clapped his hand on Marks's shoulder. "You see, do you?" he roared; "you see now, my laddie. Did n't I tell you that you could n't stop runnin' water with talk?"
The suggestion was dangerously broad, and Marks turned it. "I recall," he said, "no conversation with you about running water. That cider must be up in your hair."
"Lemuel, my boy," said the jovial Peppers, "the Lord killed Ananias for lyin' an' you don't look strong."
"I 'm strong enough to keep my mouth shut," snapped Marks.
"Fiddle-de-dee," said Peppers, "the Lord has sometimes opened an ass's mouth when He wanted to."
