"No. Mr. McVickar will probably be here within a day or two, and I'll make it verbal."
Yielding to the urgings of the younger Gordon, Patricia was going to the piano, and Blount snatched at his opportunity.
"Give me a few minutes in the smoking-room," he said to the traffic manager, and when the privacy was secured: "You needn't resign, Dick. There isn't going to be any earthquake—of the kind you were fearing."
"You don't mean that the Honorable Senator has turned you down, Evan?"
"Just that."
"I'm sorry," said the friend in need, feeling his way cautiously. Then he added: "You needn't tell me anything more than you want to, you know."
"There isn't much to tell. I asked for bare justice, and it was refused."
"Your father has the papers?"
"He neither admitted nor denied."
"But you didn't quarrel?"