Part 51 (2/2)
With e's side
”A very long and very weary story, George I don't like to tell it to you, really We'd be sure to quarrel”
”Why?” George deressively
”Because you wouldn't believe me I don't quite believe it reat trouble, George, is that you have no iht: you haven't If you point with pride to that wild flight of fancy which identified 'Molly Lessing' with Marian Blessington, George, your position is (as you yourself would say) untenable It wasn't ie ejaculated ”Is that right? What'd I tell you?”
”Word of honour! But it's a secret, as yet--from everybody except you and Violet; and even you ouldn't tell had you not earned the right to know by guessing and --several soe coaxed ”Feed it to ht outa your hand Whatcha been doin' with yourself all night, PS?”
”I've been Day of Days-ing h! Whadja do?”
”Broke every Co one or two of the more indelicate ones; kicked the laws of chance and probability into a cocked hat; fractured most of the Municipal Ordinances--and--letArm of Coincidence so badly that all of its subsequent perfor in that air of spontaneity without which--”
”My Gawd!” George despaired--”he's off again on that hardy annual talkalogue of his! Lis'n, PS--”
”Call ested pleasantly
”_Wh-at!_”
”Let it be Perceval hereafter, George--always I grant you free perht you said--”
”So I did--a few hours ago Noell, I rather like it It makes all the difference who calls you that sort of name first, and what her voice is like”
”One of us,” George protested with profound conviction, ”is plumb loony in the head!”
”It's me,” said P Sybarite humbly: ”I admit it And the worst of it is--I like it! So would you if you'd been through a Day of Days”
George let that pass; for the ed in vain speculation as to the appearance of a phenohth Street boarding-house
A Western Union boy, weary with the weariness of not less than forty suate
”Sa-ay!” he called with the asperity of ingrained ennui--”either of youse guys know a guy named Perceval Sybarite 't lives here?”
Silently P Sybarite held out his hand, took the greasy little book in its black oil-cloth binding, scrawled his signature in the proper blank, and received the e in its sealed yellow envelope
”Wait,” he co Western Union with suspicion