out. “I was standing by a minute, on the chance of company.”
“You are late,” I remarked.
Orlick not unnaturally answered, “Well? And you're late.”
“We have been,” said Mr. Wopsle, exalted with his late performance, — “we have been indulging, Mr. Orlick, in an intellectual evening.”
Old Orlick growled, as if he had nothing to say about that, and we all went on together.
I asked him presently whether he had been spending his half-holiday up and down town?
“Yes,” said he, “all of it. I come in behind yourself. I didn't see you, but I must