"But not sleep as well, perhaps," said Austen.
"Say, Aust, you're not on the level with me."
"I hope to reach that exalted plane some day, Ham."
"What's got into you?" demanded the usually clear-headed Mr. Tooting, now a little bewildered.
"Nothing, yet," said Austen, "but I'm thinking seriously of having a sandwich and a piece of apple pie. Will you come along?"
They crossed the square together, Mr. Tooting racking a normally fertile brain for some excuse to reopen the subject. Despairing of that, he decided that any subject would do.
"That Humphrey Crewe up at Leith is smart--smart as paint," he remarked. "Do you know him?"
"I've seen him," said Austen. "He's a young man, isn't he?"