It was not always in
working order, but when it was the man became another personality.
"Jack--" The voice was now as thin as the drawn lips permitted,
with caution in every tone, "you stop short off. You mustn't
cotton to everybody you pick up in New York--it won't do. Get you
into trouble. Don't bring him here; your aunt won't like it. When
you get into a hole with a fellow and can't help yourself, take
him to the club. That's one of the things I got you into the
Magnolia for; but don't ever bring 'em here."
"But he's a personal friend of Mr. Morris, and a friend of another
friend of Mr. Morris's they called 'Major.'" It was not the first
time he had heard such inhospitable suggestions from his uncle.
"Oh, yes, I know; they've all got some old retainers hanging on
that they give a square meal to once a year, but don't you get
mixed up with 'em."
Parkins had returned by this time and was pouring a fresh cup of
coffee.
"Now, Parkins, that's something like--No, I don't want any
kidneys--I don't want any toast--I don't want anything, Parkins--
haven't I told you so?"
"Yes, sir; thank you sir.
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