“You were afraid,” responded Richling, “that I would understand you to recommend me to send for my wife.”
“Yes.”
“I didn’t understand you so.”
“Well, my mind’s relieved.”
“Mine isn’t,” said Richling. He laid down his pen and gathered his fingers around one knee. “Why shouldn’t I send for her?”
“You will, some day.”
“But I mean now.”
The clergyman shook his head pleasantly.
“I don’t think that’s what you mean.”
“Well, let that pass. I know what I do mean. I mean to get out of this business. I’ve lived long enough with these savages.” A wave of his hand indicated the whole personnel of the bread business.