“I thought congratulations and praises always tasted good. But—it seems to me, now—Edward?”
“Well?”
“Are you going to stay in the bank?”
“N—no.”
“Resign?”
“In the morning—by note.”
“It does seem best.”
Richards bowed his head in his hands and muttered:
“Before I was not afraid to let oceans of people’s money pour through my hands, but—Mary, I am so tired, so tired—”
“We will go to bed.”