Then his glance fell, and he looked aimlessly about upon the floor. “I've come to say good-bye, Governor,” continued Presley, “I'm going away.”
“Going away...yes, why it's Presley. Good-day, Presley.”
“Good-day, Governor. I'm going away. I've come to say good-bye.”
“Good-bye?” Magnus bent his brows, “what are you saying good-bye for?”
“I'm going away, sir.”
The Governor did not answer. Staring at the ledge of the desk, he seemed lost in thought. There was a long silence. Then, at length, Presley said:
“How are you getting on, Governor?”
Magnus looked up slowly.
“Why it's Presley,” he said. “How do you do, Presley.”
“Are you getting on all right, sir?”