Put that
in your pocket, Tom. It's only the key of the door. If you come home
first you'll want it.'
'Really,' said Tom, 'quartering one's self upon a friend in this way--'
'Why, there are two keys,' interposed John Westlock. 'I can't open the
door with them both at once, can I? What a ridiculous fellow you are,
Tom? Nothing particular you'd like for dinner, is there?'
'Oh dear no,' said Tom.
'Very well, then you may as well leave it to me. Have a glass of cherry
brandy, Tom?'
'Not a drop! What remarkable chambers these are!' said Pinch 'there's
everything in 'em!'
'Bless your soul, Tom, nothing but a few little bachelor contrivances!
the sort of impromptu arrangements that might have suggested themselves
to Philip Quarll or Robinson Crusoe, that's all. What do you say? Shall
we walk?'
'By all means,' cried Tom. 'As soon as you like.'
Accordingly John Westlock took the French rolls out of his boots, and
put his boots on, and dressed himself; giving Tom the paper to read in
the meanwhile. When he returned, equipped for walking, he found Tom in a
brown study, with the paper in his hand.
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