"
"Glad to hear it."
"You know," pursued Lorimer presently, "you gave me your promise, once,
that you'd be with me on this cruise, whenever it came off. That's where
the chin ought to come in. Man of your word, you know, and all that."
"I'm mighty sorry, my dear fellow. Let's not talk about it."
And clearly he was sorry. It had been a pleasant plan, and he had not
forgotten the circumstances of the laughing yet serious pledge the two
had given each other one evening less than two years ago.
They kept on their way with a change of conversation, and at the rate of
speed which Richard maintained were running into Eastman before they
were half done with asking each other questions concerning the months
during which they had seldom met.
"This the busy mart?" queried Lorimer, as the car came to a standstill
before the corner store. "Well, beside Kendrick & Company's massive
edifices of stone and marble--"
"Luckily, it's not beside them," retorted Richard, maintaining his good
humour. "Will you come in?"
"Thanks, I will. That's what I came for. Curiosity leads me to want to
view you behind the--No, no, of course it's behind the office glass
partition that I'll view you, my boy.
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