“Well, Amos, you’re home.”
“Looks that way,” Amos agreed.
“Hardiston ain’t changed.”
“No, Hardiston don’t change.”
“Same old town.”
“Yeah, same old town.”
Silence settled down upon them again. Wint was thinking of Hetty. She had been in his mind all day; she and the miserable man who had faced him in the court that morning. They were somehow linked in his thoughts; linked in a fashion that accused him. Accused him, Wint Chase, of responsibility for them. He groped for understanding, trying to guess why this was so.
Amos, abruptly, looked at Peter Gergue. “Pete,” he said, “I want to talk to Wint.”
Peter got up instantly. “Why, sure, Amos,” he agreed. “I got to see some men, anyways.”
“Be in your office in the morning?” Amos asked.