"Bolt?"
Blake nodded sharply.
"Oh, my dear boy!"
He laughed in a gentle comfortable way, and drew his coat right up into the small of his back.
"Oh, my dear boy!" he murmured again.
Nothing could have made Walter Blake feel more virtuous and more courageous.
"The only honest and honourable thing," he insisted—"the only self-respecting thing for both."
"You convert the world to that, and I'll think about it."
"What do I care about the world? It's enough for me to know what I think and feel about it. And I've no shadow of doubt."
His face flushed a little and he spoke rather heatedly.