THE DINNER PARTY
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think I'll take him away. A walk'll sober him up, I guess.'
He led him without resistance out of the veranda and into the night, in which they soon melted; but still for some time, as they drew away, his comfortable voice was to be heard soothing and remonstrating, and Herrick answering, at intervals, with the mechanical noises of hysteria.
''E's like a bloomin' poultry yard!' observed Huish, helping himself to wine (of which he spilled a good deal) with gentlemanly ease. 'A man should learn to beyave at table,' he added.
'Rather bad form, is it not?' said Attwater. 'Well, well, we are left tête-à-tête. A glass of wine with you, Mr. Whish!'
