opening and closing of the subject, and the complete disregard now shown to him. He drank his coffee, still leisurely, and lit a cigarette; and still the two talked.
He stood up at last and reached down his hat and stick. The old man looked up.
“You are going, Mr. Baxter? … Good day. … Well then; and as I was waiting in court—”
Laurie passed out indignantly, and went down the stairs.
So that was Mr. Cathcart …
Well, he was thankful he hadn’t written to him, after all. He was not his kind in the least.