He was exceedingly well-dressed. A moment's pause followed his
appearance. Then:
"Why, it's our old friend, the kid!" cried Jeems.
"Don't let me interrupt," begged the youth diffidently.
"No interruption. End of round one," panted Jeems. "Glad you came.
Bertie, here, was twisting my delicate clavicle most cruelly. Know
Hench and Beck there?"
De Laney bowed to the young men in the window, who removed their pipes
from their mouths and grinned amiably.
"This, gentlemen," explained Jeems, without changing his position, "is
Mr. Bennie de Laney on both sides. It is extremely fortunate for Mr. de
Laney that he is a de Laney on both sides, for otherwise he would be
lop-sided."
"You will find a seat, Mr. de Laney, in the adjoining bedroom," said
the first, with great politeness; "and if you don't care to go in
there, you will stand yourself in the corner by that easel until the
conclusion of this little discussion between Jeems and myself.--Jeems,
will you kindly state the merits of the discussion to the gentleman?
I'm out of breath."
Jeems kindly would.
"Bert and I have, for the last few weeks, been obeying the parting
commands of our dear mother.
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