“I was just trying it to see how it seemed,” he explained.
“Well, you know now, and you’d better give them up,” said Simon Moore. “Now, go to the post-office for the mail.”
On his way home, in the afternoon, Mr. Sands was looking about for a seat in the crowded car, when a boy addressed him.
“Take my seat, Mr. Sands.”
“Gilbert!” exclaimed the broker, cordially, extending his hand. “I have been hoping to meet you.”
“When did you get home from Washington, sir?”
“This morning early. I was surprised not to find you in your accustomed place in my office.”
“I suppose Mr. Moore explained my absence?” said Gilbert.
“Yes; but I should prefer to hear your explanation. I should have more faith in its truth.”
“Thank you, sir,” said Gilbert, gratefully.