Gravely he lifted a behemothian paw, and gravely the young man shook it.
To Behemoth young Mr. Surface addressed the following remarks:--
"West was simply deceived--hoodwinked by men infinitely cleverer than he
at that sort of thing. It was a manly thing--his coming to you now and
telling you; much harder than never to--have made the mistake in the
beginning. Of course--it wipes the slate clean. It makes everything all
right now. You appreciate that."
Behemoth yawned.
The young man turned, and came a step or two forward, both face and
voice under complete control again.
"I received a note from you this morning," he began briskly, "asking me
to come in--"
The girl's voice interrupted him. Standing beside the little
typewriter-table, exactly where her caller had surprised her, she had
watched with a mortifying dumbness the second meeting between the
pleasure-dog and the little Doctor that was. But now pride sprang to her
aid, stinging her into speech. For it was an unendurable thing that she
should thus tamely surrender to him the mastery of her situation, and
suffer her own fault to be glossed over so ingloriously.
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