Part 2 (2/2)
”Don't say it!”
”Oh, all right--all right,” George agreed plaintively ”And if I promise, I'm in on that theatre party?”
”That's retfully--”daoes I'll keep your secret”
”Good!” P Sybarite extended one of his s wistfully
II
INSPIRATION
When they had locked in the Genius of the Place to batten upon itself until seven o'clock Monday , P Sybarite and Mr Bross, with at least every outward seestion in narrow-chested Frankfort Street, boldly breasted the flood tide of hoh City Hall Park, and were presently swinging shoulder to shoulder up the sunny side of lower Broadway
To be precise, the swinging stride was practised only by Mr Bross; P
Sybarite, instinctively aware that any such mode of locomotion would ill becoait an apparently effortless, tireless, and coruent with bowed shoulders, bended head, introspective eyes, and his aspect in general of patient preoccupation
Fro an unnatural and painful silence, his nant onder and dull resentment, eyed his companion askance, with furtive suspicion Their association was now one of so that, after posing so long as the patient butt of his rude humour, PS should have so suddenly turned and proved himself the better e interjected of a sudden
P Sybarite started ”Eh?” he enquired blankly
”I wanna knohere you picked up all that classy footwork”
”Oh,” returned PS, depreciatory, ”I used to spar a bit with the fellohen I was a--ah--when I was younger”
”When you was at _what_?” insisted Bross, declining to be fobbed off with any such flimsy evasion
”When I was at liberty to”
”Huh! You e”
”Please yourself,” said P Sybarite wearily
”Well, you was at college oncet, wasn't you?”
”I was,” PS adraduated When I enty-one I had to quit to go to work for Whigham & Wimper”
”G'wan,” commented the other ”They ain't been in business twenty-five years”