"All of you?"
"All of me.... Oh, Billy—love me always—only love me...."
And for these two the afternoon dragged slowly on, and very much as usual.
"You are two days ahead of schedule, David. I'm glad to see you."
Though Uriah Grey's smile was bland and simple, beneath it lay a complicated maze of speculation; and the old man endeavored to read in the young man's face the answers to those questions which so greatly concerned him. Uriah Grey's eyesight was famous for two things: for its miraculous, almost chemical ability to detect the metals in ore and the gold in men. He sighed; but not so that David could hear. The magnate detected happiness where less than two weeks before he had read doubt, hesitation, and a kind of dumb misery.
"You have had a pleasant holiday?"
"A happy one, Mr. Grey." David's eyes twinkled and sparkled.
"Tell me about it."
"Well, sir, I paid my debts and got back my collateral."