The Small Bachelor · V · Chapter 5 2 (2/2)

“You bet your tortoiseshell-rimmed spectacles something’s the matter,” whispered Sigsbee H. urgently. “Say, listen. Can I have a word with you? I want your advice.”

“I’m in a hurry.”

“How long will you be before you start out for this Hoboken Clambake of yours?”

“The dinner of the Great Neck Social and Literary Society, to which I imagine you to allude, is at eight o’clock. I shall motor down, leaving my apartment at twenty minutes past seven.”

“Then it’s no good trying to see you tonight. Say, listen. Will you be home tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Right!” said Sigsbee H.