'Wha'd he do?'
'Paid it. He seems still to have a little something. But he can't last. Not without advertising.'
'But he's selling his paper fast. If he can keep that up maybe he'll begin to pick up a little along the street.'
Mr Weston was still shaking his head. 'Better wait, Nort.'
'No, I'll offer him a few hundred. The old Gleaner plant's worth something.'
'Of course, there's no harm in that.'
So Mr Boice crossed the street to Hemple's market and laboriously lifted his great body up the stairway beside it to the quarters of the Gleaner upstairs, where a coatless, rumpled, rather wild-eyed McGibbon listened to him and then, with suspiciously, alert and smiling politeness, showed him out and down again.
4
The sensation struck Henry, full face, in the barber shop, Schütz and Schwartz's, whither he went from Stanley's. Professor Hennis, of the English department at the university, met him at the door and insisted on shaking hands.
'These sketches of yours, Calverly—the two I have read—are remarkable. There is a freshness of characterisation that suggests Chaucer to me. Sunbury will live to be proud of you.'