"You mean Louise Varney— Good Lord!"
"Exactly!"
"Do you think he suspects?" said Bojo, after a moment's hesitation—"I mean about his taking a profit?"
"Of course," said Marsh quietly.
"Poor devil! Well, heavens, I can't criticize him," said Bojo, moodily. "I pretty near did the same thing."
"What are you going to do now?" said Marsh, to keep the conversation clear of disturbing memories.
"Going to start in on a new job."
"What?" said Marsh, surprised.
"Oh, I'm going to look around," said Bojo in an offhand sort of way. "I want something solid and real—constructive is the word. Well, Roscy, wish me good luck— I'm starting to look over the field this morning." He rose confident and happy, slapping his friend on the shoulder, with the old boyish exhilaration. "By Jove, I'm glad to have it over and to begin a real life!"
"Give you a try at reporting," said Marsh.