"Well, you must make up to her now," answered Marcus. "Go and call on
her."
McTeague started. He had not thought of calling on her. The idea
frightened him a little.
"Of course," persisted Marcus, "that's the proper caper. What did you
expect? Did you think you was never going to see her again?"
"I don' know, I don' know," responded the dentist, looking stupidly at
the dog.
"You know where they live," continued Marcus Schouler. "Over at B Street
station, across the bay. I'll take you over there whenever you want to
go. I tell you what, we'll go over there Washington's Birthday. That's
this next Wednesday; sure, they'll be glad to see you." It was good of
Marcus. All at once McTeague rose to an appreciation of what his friend
was doing for him. He stammered:
"Say, Mark--you're--you're all right, anyhow."
"Why, pshaw!" said Marcus. "That's all right, old man. I'd like to see
you two fixed, that's all. We'll go over Wednesday, sure."
They turned back to the house. Alexander left off eating and watched
them go away, first with one eye, then with the other. But he was too
self-respecting to whimper. However, by the time the two friends had
reached the second landing on the back stairs a terrible commotion was
under way in the little yard.
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