"Yes, sir." He turned toward Mr. Robb.
"Are you in a hurry?" There was no sarcasm in the tone.
Evan sat down.
"No, sir; my time isn't worth much, I guess."
The manager looked at him analytically.
"You're beginning to realize it, are you?"
Nelson explained that he meant nothing by the remark, and Robb grunted discontentedly.
"I want you to see the circular we got to-day, Evan. Here, read that and tell me what you think of it."
While the young man read, the man of forty, the bachelor banker, waited. Robb was a lonesome man. He should have had a son almost as old as Evan, but he had none—and Evan would have to answer. It was somewhat comforting to have a confidant like him.
"Looks as if Castle did write, after all," said Evan, suddenly.