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Sprole, like many a self-made man, was proud of his farm, though he did not lead a wholly bucolic existence. "I can't, Ches," answered Ditmar. "I've got to go back to Hampton." This statement Mr. Sprole unwisely accepted as a fiction. He took hold of Ditmar's arm. "A lady eh what?" "I've got to go back to Hampton," repeated Ditmar, with a suggestion of truculence that took his friend aback.
Not for worlds would Mr. Sprole have offended the agent of the Chippering Mill. "I was only joking, Claude," he hastened to explain. Ditmar, somewhat mollified but still dejected, sought the dining-room when the lawyer had gone. "All alone to-night, Colonel?" asked the coloured head waiter, obsequiously. Ditmar demanded a table in the corner, and consumed a solitary meal.
Not for worlds would Mr. Sprole have offended the agent of the Chippering Mill. "I was only joking, Claude," he hastened to explain. Ditmar, somewhat mollified but still dejected, sought the dining-room when the lawyer had gone. "All alone to-night, Colonel?" asked the coloured head waiter, obsequiously. Ditmar demanded a table in the corner, and consumed a solitary meal.
On another occasion he encountered in the lobby of the Parker House a more intimate friend, Chester Sprole, sallow, self-made, somewhat corpulent, one of those lawyers hail fellows well met in business circles and looked upon askance by the Brahmins of their profession; more than half politician, he had been in Congress, and from time to time was retained by large business interests because of his persuasive gifts with committees of the legislature though these had been powerless to avert the recent calamity of the women and children's fifty-four hour bill.
Not for worlds would Mr. Sprole have offended the agent of the Chippering Mill. "I was only joking, Claude," he hastened to explain. Ditmar, somewhat mollified but still dejected, sought the dining-room when the lawyer had gone. "All alone to-night, Colonel?" asked the coloured head waiter, obsequiously. Ditmar demanded a table in the corner, and consumed a solitary meal.
On another occasion he encountered in the lobby of the Parker House a more intimate friend, Chester Sprole, sallow, self-made, somewhat corpulent, one of those lawyers hail fellows well met in business circles and looked upon askance by the Brahmins of their profession; more than half politician, he had been in Congress, and from time to time was retained by large business interests because of his persuasive gifts with committees of the legislature though these had been powerless to avert the recent calamity of the women and children's fifty-four hour bill.
"The Boston office has just been calling you they want to know if you can't take the nine twenty-two," Caldwell went on. "It's about that lawsuit. It comes into court Monday morning, and Mr. Sprole is there, and they say they have to see you. Miss Bumpus has the memorandum." Ditmar looked at his watch. "Damn it, why didn't they let me know yesterday?" he exclaimed.
Sprole, like many a self-made man, was proud of his farm, though he did not lead a wholly bucolic existence. "I can't, Ches," answered Ditmar. "I've got to go back to Hampton." This statement Mr. Sprole unwisely accepted as a fiction. He took hold of Ditmar's arm. "A lady eh what?" "I've got to go back to Hampton," repeated Ditmar, with a suggestion of truculence that took his friend aback.
"The Boston office has just been calling you they want to know if you can't take the nine twenty-two," Caldwell went on. "It's about that lawsuit. It comes into court Monday morning, and Mr. Sprole is there, and they say they have to see you. Miss Bumpus has the memorandum." Ditmar looked at his watch. "Damn it, why didn't they let me know yesterday?" he exclaimed.
"The Boston office has just been calling you they want to know if you can't take the nine twenty-two," Caldwell went on. "It's about that lawsuit. It comes into court Monday morning, and Mr. Sprole is there, and they say they have to see you. Miss Bumpus has the memorandum." Ditmar looked at his watch. "Damn it, why didn't they let me know yesterday?" he exclaimed.
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