"For no especial reason—on my honor, Fred," replied Tetlow. "Simply because time works wonders in all sorts of ways, including infatuations. Also—well, the fact is, it didn't seem to me that young lady improved on acquaintance. Maybe I got tired, or piqued—I don't know. If she hadn't been a silly little fool, would she have refused you? I know it sounds well—in a novel or a play—for a poor girl to refuse a good offer, just from sentiment. But, all the same, only a fool girl does it—in life—eh? But go to see her. You'll understand what I mean, I think. I want you to brace up. That may help."
"What's she doing?"
"I don't know. I'll send you her address. I can get it. About Galloway—If that break comes, I propose that we get his business—you and I. I want you for a partner. I always did. I think I know how to get work out of you. I understand you better, than anyone else. That's why I'm here."
"It's useless," said Norman.
"I'm willing to take the risk. Now, here's what I propose. I'll stake you to the extent of a thousand dollars a month for the next six months, you to keep on as you are and not to tie yourself up to any other lawyer, or to any client likely to hamper us if we get the Galloway business."
"I've been borrowing right and left——"
"I know about that," interrupted Tetlow. "I'm not interested. If you'll agree to my proposal, I'll take my chances."
"You are throwing away six thousand dollars."
"I owe you a position where I make five times that much."
Norman shrugged his shoulders. "Very well. Can I have five hundred at once?"