"
Roberts: "That's true. There doesn't seem to be any end of it, or any
way out of it. I must just stay and bear it."
Campbell: "Of _course_ you must stay. And when McIlheny comes back,
you'd better ask him out to look upon the wine when it is red."
Roberts: "No; that's impossible, quite. I shouldn't mind the
association--though it isn't very pleasant; but to offer drink to a
man already--Do you suppose it would do to ask him out for a glass of
soda? Plain soda would be good for him. Or I could order claret in
it, if the worst came to the worst."
Campbell: "Claret! What Mr. McIlheny requires is forty-rod whiskey in
a solution of sulphuric acid. You must take that, or fourth-proof
brandy straight, with him."
Roberts, miserably: "I couldn't; you know I couldn't."
Campbell: "What are you going to do, then?"
Roberts: "I don't know; I don't know. I--I'll give him in charge to a
policeman."
Campbell: "And make a scandal here?"
Roberts: "Of course it can't be done!"
Campbell: "Of _course_ it can't. Give a councilman in charge? The
policeman will be Irish too, and then what'll you do? You're more
likely to be carried off yourself, when the facts are explained.
They'll have an ugly look in the police report.
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