...As this group broke up, a few minutes later, a youth running to
join it, scenting somewhat of interest, detained one of those who were
departing.
"What's up? What was that squealing?"
"Oh, nothing. We just talked to that Linski. Nobody else touched him,
but Ramsey Milholland gave him a _peach_ of a punch on the snoot."
"Whoopee!"
Ramsey was laconic in response to inquiries upon this subject. When
someone remarked: "You served him right for calling you a boob and a
poor fish and so on before all the society, girls and all," Ramsey only
said:
"That wasn't what I hit him for."
He declined to explain further.
Chapter XII
"The way I look at it, Ramsey," Fred Mitchell said, when they reached
their apartment, whither the benevolent Colburn accompanied them, "the
way I look at it, this Linski kind of paid you a compliment, after all,
when he called you a fake. He must have thought you anyway _looked_ as
if you could make a better speech than you did. Oh, golly!"
And as Ramsey groaned, the jovial Mitchell gave himself up to the divan
and the mirth.
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