“Yes.”
Bliss laughed shortly.
“Why don't you ask for an increase of salary,—you'll be more apt to get that.”
“I haven't told you what I have with any hope of that sort, Mr. Bliss,” said John a little stiffly.
“No—of course not. But put the notion that you are to resign out of your head. More likely you'll be asked to help reorganize the company under my direction,—for Bliss, Haviland and Company can't go under, no matter what ducks and drakes Haviland has made of our money.”
John came slowly to his feet.
“I must go home to my wife now,” he said, “she will be wondering what has kept me so late.”
“Wait a moment,” said Bliss. “I'll go with you. Let me call a cab,” and he summoned the footman.
“It is very kind of you,” said John. “But is there any reason for it?”
“It's just as well. We must see the directors before nine o'clock.”