He hesitated a few seconds before answering me, and then he said quietly,
'Oh, nothing much out of the ordinary. It—it was rather funny.'
'What was rather funny?'
'Our conversation. He hates me, Luscombe; he positively loathes me; and he fears me, too.'
'You have discovered that, have you?'
'Yes, there is no doubt about it.'
'Did you go anywhere with him?'
'Yes, a good many places.'
'You ought not to have gone with him,' I said doubtfully.
'Perhaps not. But I was anxious to see the phases of life with which he is familiar; I wanted to know the class of men he meets with,—to understand their point of view.'
'And what was your impression?'