"I won't talk to you. Even the semblance of a gentleman commands my respect, but I can't respect you. I like truth, but"—
"Is that the reason you seek me?"
"No, it is the reason I avoid you. Brutal prejudice never held a truth."
"Not when it shook hands with you," Richmond replied.
McGlenn got up, walked over to the piano, came back, looked at his watch, and addressing Richmond, asked:
"Are you going home, John?"
"Yes, John. Suppose we walk."
"I'll go you; come on."
They bade Henry good evening and together walked off affectionately.
"What do you think of our new friend?" Richmond asked as they strolled along.