"That young fellow's going an awful gait," he said suddenly.
"Who, Dick?"
"Yes, I saw him in the club yesterday--"
"I know," said Marriott. "It's a shame. He's a nice little chap."
"Can't you do something for him? He seems to like you."
"What can I do?"
"Well, can't you--speak to him?"
"I never could preach," said Marriott.
"Well," said Eades helplessly, "it's too bad."
"Yes," said Marriott; "it would break their hearts--Ward's and Elizabeth's."