"Sir, we wish to see you in your private office."
"And that is where you find me. This was my public law office, but now it is my private editorial room."
"But your privacy is invaded," said the banker, glancing at Warren.
"So I have observed," Lyman replied, looking at Sawyer.
"Ah, but enough of this. Can we see you alone."
"I don't believe I'd waste any more time beating the bush," said Sawyer. "Let's come to the point."
"That's not a bad suggestion," Lyman replied. "We have about thrashed all the leaves off the bush."
The banker cleared his throat: "Mr. Lyman, even after a night of worried reflection, I am even now hardly able to realize the monstrous outrage that has been committed at the instance of a theologic imbecile, helped by a travesty on law enacted by a general assembly of ditch diggers and plowmen."
"That is a very good speech, Mr. McElwin. But I don't know that any outrage has been committed. Let us call it an irregularity."
"We'll call it an infernal shame," Sawyer declared, swelling.