"I talked with Dr. King for some time to-day. He told me that he had tried to induce you to remain in the city and go into Rufus Stevens' Sons. I agreed with him that this was a thing greatly to be wished."
"What," asked Anthony, "do you think I could do that another could not?"
"I don't know," said Weir. "But I have a feeling that you are needed, and that the house is your natural place."
"But," said Anthony, "I do not know my uncle's attitude."
"He means to ask you to resume where your father stepped out. He's told me so." There was another short pause. "What answer will you give?" asked Weir.
"I'll do it," said Anthony.
And Weir, leaning across the table, gripped his hand.
"That's what I expected you to say," said he. "And I am very glad."
But as he turned away his head there was a glint in the green, stone-like eyes, a glint that Anthony did not see.