“And you won't let me say a word to him?” grieved Gibbs.
“It can only make trouble for you, general, and nothing can come of it.”
“You shouldn't have lost your temper, Steve. Of course, I know he's rather exacting at times—”
“No, I've nothing to complain of; he has always been kindness itself to me. I appreciate your wish to help me, though I can't make use of it.”
“Just let me edge in a word now and then,” urged the general. “My disagreement with Uncle Jake is not of the nature you suppose, and is not to be adjusted. The breach can only go on widening. I am sorry to have to tell you this.”
“You don't mean you broke with him for good and all!” wailed Gibbs.
“That's about the amount of the matter.”
“But you can't afford to, Steve.”
“It's an extravagance in which I am going to indulge myself, at any rate,” said Stephen, smiling sadly at the old man.
“I thought it was just some little difference,” said the general. “You're sure you don't exaggerate?”