"There is a husband," she went on, as if taking account of stock.
"There always is," I rejoined. "Some of 'em are good and the others are bad.
" I chuckled despite me, as I put in my mean little hack.
"I mean the Hartopp's husband," she explained.
"There is," I said.
"'Boiler-plate' Hartopp. His given name is James, and he prize-fights fair to middling." All this wasn't quite good billiards, but we'd begun wrong that night, and we might as well keep it up, thought I.
Natica Drayton was tapping her foot upon the fender. "H'm," she mused. "Some of those horrid names sound interesting.
" Then she turned to me abruptly. "I think, perhaps, you ought to go now," she suggested.
"I think so, too," I agreed, rising very hastily, and taking my leave.
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