I was on the point of asking him the subject of his thoughts, but checked myself.
“What are you going to do now?” he inquired.
“If I can, I would like to get off for the rest of the day,” I returned.
“Has that grinding got to be done?”
“No, sir; to-morrow will do.”
“Then you can go. I didn’t think about this news of your father’s death being so new to you, or I wouldn’t have asked you to go to work to-day. Fact is, I’m all upset with traveling around. That’s what riled my temper up last night.”
“I’m not used to such treatment,” I could not help remarking.
“I suppose your father was very easy. Well, we’ll let what’s gone alone, and take a new start. What time do you expect to be back?”
“Some time this evening.”
“All right.”