"I want to work and show that I'm some good. I want to make myself worthy of her." He got up and walked the floor, while Saxton sat and watched him. "I can't talk about it; you understand what I want to do. It has seemed to me lately that I have more to overcome than I can ever manage. I made a lot of fuss about that Knights of Midas rot. I ought to have helped her about that; it was hard for her, but I was too big a fool to know it, and I made myself ridiculous lecturing her. I forgot that she'd grown up, and I didn't know she felt as she did about it. I acted as if I thought she was crazy to pose in that fool show, when I might have known better. It was downright low of me." He stood at the window playing with the cord of the shade and looking out over the town. Saxton walked to the window and stood by him, saying nothing; and after a moment he put his hand on Raridan's shoulder and turned him round and grasped Warry's slender fingers in his broad, strong hand. "I understand how it is, old man. It isn't so bad as you think it is, I'm sure. It will all come out right, and while we're making confessions I want to make one too. I feel rather foolish doing it--as if I were in the game--" and he smiled in the way he had, which brought his humility and patience and desire to be on good terms with the world into his face,--"but I want you to know about this afternoon--that--that just happened--my being with her. You see, I didn't know she was there, and she had--I guess she had broken her driver or something, and quit, and I was coming in and she picked me up, and I'm sorry, and--" Raridan wheeled on him as if he had just caught the drift of his talk. "Oh, come off! You howling idiot! Don't you talk that way to me again. Get your hat now and let's get out of this." "I'm glad you're feeling better," said Saxton, and laughed with real relief. John turned out the light, and while they waited for the elevator to come up for them Warry jingled the coins and keys in his pockets before he blurted: "I say, John, I'm an underbred, low person, and am not worthy to be called thy friend, and you may hate me all you like, but one thing I'd like to know. Did she say anything about me when you passed us this afternoon--make any comment or anything? You know I despise myself for asking, but--" Saxton laughed quietly. "Yes, she did; but I don't know that I ought to tell you. It was really encouraging." "Well, hurry up." "She said, 'Miss Margrave has a lot of style; don't you think so?'" "Is that all?" demanded Raridan, stepping into the car. "That's all. It wasn't very much; but it was the way she said it; and as she said it she brushed a fly from the horse with the whip, and she did it very carefully." In the corridor below they met Wheaton coming out of the side door of the bank. He had been at work, he said. Raridan asked him to go with them to the club for a game of billiards, but he pleaded weariness and said he was going to bed.