with genius from his father—(thank Gawd I'm not a genius!)—and any amount of moonstruck sentimentality from his mother, he's pretty sure to come to grief. What do you say, George?"
"Well," said George, "in a crisis, some of the Golightly common sense might come to the rescue."
But here the dinner-gong sent the good Captain's thoughts into another and more congenial channel.
"Do I smell grouse?" said he; "because I particularly wanted those birds to hang for another ten days."