“You are going to Arlington Street,” he remarked.
The other man nodded.
“When I leave here,” he said.
Then there was a short silence. Each man seemed to be waiting for the other to open the negotiations. Eventually it was Mr. Sabin who did so.
“I have been carefully through the file of papers you sent me,” he remarked.
“Yes!”
“There is no doubt but that, to a certain extent, the anti-English feeling of which you spoke exists! I have made other inquiries, and so far I am convinced!”
“So! The seed is sown! It has been sprinkled with a generous hand! Believe me, my friend, that for this country there are in store very great surprises. I speak as one who knows! I do know! So!”
Mr. Sabin was thoughtful. He looked into the fire and spoke musingly.