“Lovey, would you mind stepping into the next room? There’s something I
want to speak about privately.”
“If it’s to let me in for worse, sonny—”
“No, it won’t let you in for anything. It’s only got to do with me.”
“Then I don’t pry into no secrets,” he said, as he moved away
reluctantly; “only, when fellas is buddies together—”
“I’ve a confession to make,” I continued, when Lovey was out of earshot.
“Last night I—”
“Hold on! Is it necessary for you to tell me this or not?”