As Dion followed with Bruce Evelin, he said:
“So you’ve got Daventry a case!”
“Yes.”
Bruce Evelin lowered his voice.
“He’s a good fellow and a clever fellow, but he’s got to work. He’s been slacking for years.”
Dion understood. Bruce Evelin wished Beatrice to marry Daventry.
“He respects you tremendously, sir. If any one can make him work, you can.”
“I’m going to,” returned Bruce Evelin, with his quiet force. “He’s got remarkable ability, and the slacker—well——”
He looked at Dion with his dark, informed eyes, in which knowledge of the world and of men always seemed sitting.
“I can bear with bad energy almost more easily and comfortably than with slackness.”