“I know I must have heard the name of Charlie Grace, but it seems to have
slipped my memory. All the same—”
“I’ll tell you about him to-morrow. I merely want to say now that I’ll
look in about ten in the morning, and take you across the street—”
The difficulty I had had to confront in the afternoon was before me again.
“I don’t know about that, Coningsby. The fact is I’m not—Well, hang it
all! Can’t you see? I haven’t a rag in the world but what I stand up in,
and I can’t go where I’m likely to run into decent people.”
“You won’t run into any one but carpenters and painters. I’m not going to
take no for an answer, old chap. Besides, there’s method in this madness,
for—now don’t buck!—for I’m going to put you on a job.”