“Nothing that I can help you figure out, is it?”
“No,” said the chief clerk, so savagely that Brant smiled.
“Which the same is none of my business, and so we are quits,” he rejoined.
Antrim was much too good-hearted to let the matter rest there, and he made halting amends.
“I would give you a chance, Brant, quicker than I would anybody else I know; but it is no use. Every fellow has to take his own medicine.”
Brant nodded, and after a little Antrim went on as one who changes the subject.
“Been over to the Highlands lately?”
“No.”
“I thought you hadn’t. Dorothy was asking about you the last time I saw her.”
“When was that?” The question was so eager that Antrim, remembering his unjust suspicion of Isabel, had a pang of honest shame.