"So you can talk phony to the little kid? No."
"Ah, get it out of your head that I mean phony."
"Well, what do you mean?"
"Nothing."
Stull gave him a contemptuous glance and turned over on the pillow.
"Are you coming down?"
"No."
So Brandes took another survey of himself in the glass, used his comb
and brushes again, added a studied twist to his tie, shot his cuffs,
and walked out of the room with the solid deliberation which
characterised his carriage at all times.