“All right, I’ll go down.”
The next minute he was face to face with Gellow, dressed in a jaunty-looking yachting suit, and smoking a very strong cigar.
“Well, Guvnor,” he said, with an unpleasant grin, as he looked Glyddyr in the face, “there’s my hand if you like to take it; if you don’t, you can leave it alone, for it’s all the same to me. We parted huffy and short, and I’ll own up I was going to be very nasty. You kicked out, and it made me feel it. I was going to bite, Glyddyr, but I said to myself: ‘No; we’ve been good friends, and I won’t round upon him now.’”
“Why have you come down?”
“Now, come, don’t talk like that to a man who wants to help you. Come down to see you, of course.”
“For money—to badger me for payment of some of your cursed bills.”
“Oh, Glyddyr, my dear boy, what a fellow you are! No; I forgive you your nastiness, and I haven’t come down for money—there.”
“Then why have you come?”
“Two reasons.”
“Well?”