The other stood silent, rather helpless. Freder looked at him with a trembling smile.
“How shall we obtain money, now, Josaphat?”
“That should offer no difficulty to Joh Fredersen’s son.”
“More than you think, Josaphat, for I am no longer Joh Fredersen’s son....”
Josaphat raised his head.
“I do not understand you,” he said, after a pause.
“There is nothing to misunderstand, Josaphat. I have set myself free from my father, and am going my own way....”
The man who had been the first secretary to the Master over the great Metropolis held his breath back in his lungs, then released it in streams.
“Will you let me tell you something, Mr. Freder?”
“Well....”