"No."
"I'm afraid something's wrong."
"Something's wrong, David."
"I hope it is something that can be easily mended."
"I'm afraid it can't." Jonathan looked at him queerly. "I'm afraid the damage has been done. Will you please go to the shop and see if Smith is anywhere around?"
David departed, to return with the word that Smith was gone.
"Ah! I'm sorry. I owe him an apology and some amends. A little while ago I lost my temper and did him an injustice, when he needed to be helped. I had no excuse. But it hurts to be disappointed in a man." Jonathan looked queerly at David again. "In any one, David."
"I have found that out," answered David.
Jonathan picked up some papers. "If you will excuse me now—I have some work—"
David took the hint promptly, with the feeling that somehow he had been the one to disappoint his friend. That hurt as deeply as it puzzled.