A look of beatific relief overspread the other's face. He immediately began to swell. "That is most gratifying! most gratifying!" he said pompously. "I am really under obligations to you, Weir. We both are, aren't we, Papa?"
"Sure, Evan's a good boy. I always said so. I bought him a cigar."
"Tcha! A cigar! I should really like to do something for you, Weir."
"You can raise my salary if you want," said Evan slyly.
A comical transformation took place in both faces. "What! Raise your salary! Again! Impossible!" both cried.
Evan laughed. "Well, you proposed doing something for me."
Someone else in that house had bought a copy of the Clarion. Mrs. George Deaves entered in what was for her a high good humour with a copy of the sheet under her arm.
"Well, I see you sent the money," she said.
George Deaves looked self-conscious. He greatly desired to lie, but lacked the effrontery to do so before the other men. His father saved him the trouble of doing so. Eager to get back at Maud he said:
"No, he didn't!"