“I presume he doesn't enjoy the business he is in?”
“No; he complains that he has lowered himself by accepting such a place.”
“It doesn't occur to him that he lowered himself when he stole money from his father, I suppose.”
“It doesn't seem to.”
Later in the day Herbert came across Col. Warner in the corridor of the hotel.
“Ha! my young friend!” he said, affably. “I am glad to meet you.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“And how is your friend?”
“No change since morning,” answered Herbert, slightly smiling.
“By the way, Herbert—your name is Herbert, isn't it—may I offer you a cigar?” said Col. Warner.