“Listen here!” he says. “You’ve took too much for granted. They’s nothin’ between your sister-in-law and I. If you’ve set your heart on us bein’ somethin’ more’n friends, I’m sorry. But they’s not a chance.”
“Bishop,” I says, “this is a blow to me. It comes like a shock.”
And to keep myself from faintin’ I took the bottle from his dresser and completed its ruin.
“You won’t even come down and set with us?” I says.
“No,” says Bishop. “And, if you don’t mind, you can give me my ticket back home and I’ll stroll down to the dock and meet you on the boat.”
“Here’s your ticket,” says I.
“And where am I goin’ to sleep?” he says.
“Well,” I says, “I’ll get you a stateroom if you really want it; but it’s goin’ to be a bad night, and if you was in one o’ them berths, and somethin’ happened,