"Thanks, just the same, old chap. Your offer was certainly generous."
For a moment the other felt inclined to tell him that it would remain open, changed his mind, and took Roger's out-stretched hand.
"When you get settled, let me know. And come over to dinner some night, you and Anne. Helen's always asking me why I don't make you."
"We will."
Roger left the office, glad that he had not told Anne where he was going.
Dinner was ready when he reached home and they sat down at the daintily set table on the porch. Now that spring was come they had gone back to the pleasant custom. To-night, in his relief at having put the possibility of Walter Marsh behind him, Roger was gayer than he had been for weeks. Anne noticed and wondered and tried to edge the talk around to discovery, and finally, to Roger's astonishment, mentioned Marsh.
"I see Walter Marsh's been engaged for that big Southern Pacific case."
"Yes, he's getting ahead wonderfully. He'll end way up yet."
"Do you think he's honest?" Anne asked after a moment filled with pouring the black coffee into the small cups.
"Y-e-s, in a way. Personally, he's as straight as a die. But he's divided his life into sections, private and public. He'll do as corporation lawyer for the Southern Pacific what he would never dream of doing for himself."