“For some reason you have shown a dislike to me from the first,” Grant proceeded. “I don't know why. I have always treated you with respect and tried to do my duty faithfully.”
“You are a little angel, to be sure.”
“Have you any objection to telling me why you dislike me?” he asked.
“Yes, I'll tell you. It is because I see how you are trying to worm yourself into the confidence of Mr. Reynolds. You have plotted against me, and now, thanks to you, I have lost my place.”
“I don't consider myself the cause of that, Mr. Ford.”
“I do. But you needn't exult too much. I generally pay my debts, and I shan't forget what I owe you. I will be even with you some day.”
So saying, he walked off, and Grant returned to his work.
“I can't understand why Mr. Ford should hate me so,” he thought.