"You're very kind," he said, "to feel so generously interested in my success. I wish you success, too."
Grismer smiled:
"You don't understand me after all," he said pleasantly. "I was afraid you wouldn't."
"You are offering me your friendship, as I take it," said Cleland awkwardly. "Isn't that what you meant?"
"Yes. And other things...."
He laughed with a slight touch of malice in his mirth:
"There's such a lot yet left unsaid between you and me, which you and I must say to each other some day. But there's plenty of time, Cleland.... And I shall be very glad to design and execute a fountain for your garden."
He offered his hand; Cleland took it, the embarrassed flush still staining his face.
"Yes," he said, "there is a matter that I wish to talk over with you some day, Grismer."
"I know.... But I think we had better wait a while.... Because I wish to answer everything you ask; and for the present I had rather not."