"Oh, yes; how is Mr. Galbraith getting along? He has been having a pretty hard time of it, hasn't he?"
"Very hard. It is still doubtful if his life can be saved."
"He is conscious?"
"He has been to-day."
"And he understands his condition?"
"Perfectly. He had us wire for some of his bank people this morning. The cashier can't come, but he is sending a Mr. Johnson—the paying teller, I believe he is."
"Poor old man!" said Raymer, and his sympathy was real.
She was moving toward the door, and he went with her.
"I know you are not entertaining now—with Mr. Galbraith to be cared for; but I'd like to come and see you, if I may?" he said, when he had gone with her through the outer office and the moment of leave-taking had arrived.
"Why not?" she asked frankly. "You have always been welcome, and you always will be."