kep’ after me. Take it or leave it. What do you
“I’ll take it,” said Gussie, huskily. “Thank you.”
In the passage outside, Gussie gurgled with joy and slapped me on the back.
“Bertie, old man, it’s all right. I’m the happiest man in New York.”
“Now what?”
“Well, you see, as I was telling you when Abe came in, Ray’s father used to be in the profession. He was before our time, but I remember hearing about him—Joe Danby. He used to be well known in London before he came over to America. Well, he’s a fine old boy, but as obstinate as a mule, and he didn’t like the idea of Ray marrying me because I wasn’t in the profession. Wouldn’t hear of it. Well, you remember at Oxford I could always