CHAPTER XVII
The next afternoon Stover passed Brockhurst going to dinner.
"Hello," he said, with a cordial wave of the hand.
"Hello," said Brockhurst, with a little avoidance, for he had a certain physical timidity, which always shrank at the consequences of his mental insurgency.
"I was a chump and a fool last night," said Stover directly, "and here's my apology."
"Oh, all right."
"Drop in on me. Talk things over. You've started me thinking. Drop in—I mean it."
"Thanks, awfully."