Lyman followed him out upon the veranda. He had not analyzed his own feelings, but he was conscious of a strange victory.
"Mr. Lyman, you came to me and wanted to borrow a hundred dollars."
"Yes, sir."
"Well, I can let you have it."
"No, I thank you."
"What, you don't want it?"
"Well, it wouldn't look exactly right for a rich man's son-in-law to borrow money so soon after marriage."
"Confound your impudence, sir—I beg your pardon."
"I thank you," said Lyman.
"You thank me? What for?"