"I never allow interest on such accounts."
Blake took out his cigar and looked at his antagonist, his jaw out-thrust. "If I had a million, I wouldn't mind spending it to make you pay that interest."
"You could spend twice that, and then not get it," snapped Mr. Leslie. "You'll soon find out I can't be driven, young man. On the other hand—how big a position do you think you could fill?"
"Quien sabe?"
"See here. You've put me under obligations. I'd rather it had been any other man than you—"
"Ditto on you!" rejoined Blake.
The blow struck a shower of flinty sparks from Mr. Leslie's narrowed eyes.
"You'll do well to be more conciliatory, young man," he warned.
"Conciliatory? Bah!"
"Didn't take you for a fool."