“If you want me.”
“Of course I do! And, I say, Jack, it’s—it’s all right now, isn’t it?”
“Yes, Phil; it was never anything else,” answered Parmelee, a trifle huskily. The two gripped hands silently, smilingly, and turned to Mr. Schuyler.
“Are you ready, dad?”
“Eh? Oh, yes. And, Mr. Parmelee, perhaps you wouldn’t mind joining us? I’d like you to meet Phil’s mother and sister. It—it might be a good chance to test the value of my advice, eh?” Parmelee hesitated for a moment, then took up his gown.
“Thank you, sir, I think it might,” he said.