“I’ll see,” the foreman said with alacrity, and proceeded to dismantle the test-apparatus and apply a micrometer to the bearing. Ernie nodded to me, and I said,
“Seems like a fine thing.”
“It is,” he replied, positively and confidently, yet without a trace of arrogance or ugly pride. “Yes; it will do very well.”
“No wear at all,” Forgan reported, and Ernie nodded assent.
“Keep her going,” he directed.
While Forgan was setting the apparatus again in position, Ernie and I went up the stair together. He said, as we came to the main floor,
“By the way, that film, you know—”
“The one you were in—”
“Yes. It’s at the Globe next week.”
“I’ll surely go and see it,” I promised him.