"You are.
"When?"
"Now."
Hauk himself was not proof against the shock the announcement brought. He sat down, stupidly rubbing his hand across his forehead, glancing suspiciously at Bojo. Finally he recovered himself sufficiently to say:
"For what reason do you want to do this?"
"That is my business," said Bojo, "and besides you would not understand in the least."
"Well, well," said Flaspoller, recovering his eagerness with his cupidity.
"You're not going to refuse, are you?"
"That's very noble, very generous," said Hauk slowly. "We were a little hasty, Mr. Crocker. We've lost a good deal of money. We sometimes say things a little more than we mean at such times. You mustn't think too much of that. We are very much upset—we thought the world of Mr. Forshay—"
"All this is quite unnecessary," said Bojo with quiet scorn. "We are dealing with figures. Have you the account ready—now?"