"Yes, I have rented an office over on the other side of the square, on the ground floor."
"It is very kind of you to leave me here," said Lyman. "You might have ordered me out. I am glad you didn't."
"Such a proceeding could never have entered my head," Caruthers replied. "In fact, I thought that if the separation must come you would rather stay here. You appear to have a fondness for that clanking old press out there."
"Yes, I can make it grind out my rent. When are you going to vacate the premises?" Lyman asked, his grave countenance lighted with a smile.
"Now, or rather in a very few minutes."
"Is there anything holding you?"
"Come Lyman, old man, don't jog me that way. And I wish you wouldn't look at me with that sort of a smile. Everybody says you have the kindest face in the world——"
"Without a bristle to hide its sweetness," Lyman broke in.
"Yes," Caruthers assented, "the innocence of a boy grown to manhood without knowing it."
"And you have remained to tell me this?"