“Not exactly—a statement of your course, and that you incriminated me unjustly——” Bellair spoke with slow clearness.
“I really believe you had better see Mr. Jackson.”
“Why?”
“Because this is most unusual——”
Another cough was heard.
“Unusual—to straighten out a wrong that has hurt a man?”
“The way you ask it. Lot & Company is willing to take you back——”
“But I do not want to come back. You say that Lot & Company is eager to make amends——”
Davy Acton came in, saying that Mr. Jabez was called to the advertising department for a moment.... To Bellair this was like an interruption of an interesting story, but he did not wait long. The scene was merely shifted. He was in Mr. Nathan’s room. Mr. Rawter joined them and Mr. Jabez returned directly. The latter reopened the conversation by relating justly and patiently what Bellair asked.
“I don’t see why he shouldn’t have such a paper,” said Mr. Nathan, brushing his fingers through his hair, as if to force his thoughts down. He was not a whit older. The same identical dandruff was upon his shoulders.