None of these things interested our hero, and he soon found
himself listening to the talk at an adjoining table. Topping, a
young lawyer, Whitman Bunce, a man of leisure--unlimited leisure--
and one or two others, were rewarming some of the day's gossip.
"Had the gall to tell Bob's man he couldn't sleep in linen sheets;
had his own violet silk ones in his trunk, to match his pajamas.
The goat had 'em out and half on the bed when Bob came in and
stopped him. Awful row, I heard, when Mrs. Bob got on to it. He'll
never go there again."
"And I heard," broke in Bunce, "that she ordered the trap and sent
him back to the station."
Other bits drifted Jack's way:
"Why he was waiting at the stage-door and she slipped out
somewhere in front. Billy was with her, so I heard. ... When they
got to Delmonico's there came near being a scrap. ... No. ...
Never had a dollar on Daisy Belle, or any other horse. ..."
Loud laughter was now heard at the end of the hall. A party of
young men had reached the foot of the stairs and were approaching
Biffton and Jack.
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