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As soon as Benson grasped this fact he began a masterly retreat. Wayne noticed the difference between the partners: Honaton, the less able of the two, wanted to save the situation, but before everything else wanted to leave in Wayne's mind the sense that he had made a fool of himself.
But I can't dine with you, Pete. Wouldn't you like to go to my meeting?" "I should perfectly hate to," he answered, and went off crossly, to dine at his college's local club. Here he found an old friend, who most fortunately said something derogatory of the firm of Benson & Honaton.
"I know the man," said Farron; of Honaton, "He was in my office once." Wayne told how Mathilde, and then he himself, had tried to inform Mrs. Farron of the definiteness of their plans to be married. "How long has this been going on?" Farron asked. "At least ten days." Farron nodded. Then Wayne told of the discovery of the proof at the printer's and his hurried meeting in the park to tell Mathilde.
Honaton gave him a silver traveling-flask, plain except for an offensive cat's-eye set in the top. Benson, more humane and practical, gave him a check. "I think I've cleared up everything before I leave," Wayne said, trying to be conscientious in return for their kindness, "except one thing. I've never corrected the proof of my report on the Southerland coal property."
"You could probably give us as good an answer to-day as to-morrow," he said. Nothing roused Pete's spirit like feeling a tremor in his own soul, and so he now answered with great firmness: "I cannot give you an answer to-day or to-morrow." "It's all off, then, all off," said Honaton, moving to the door. "When do the Chinese boats sail, Mr.
On the other hand, to break his connection with Honaton & Benson, to force the suppression of the report unless given in full, to give up his trip, to confess that immediate marriage was impossible, that he himself was out of a job, that the whole basis of his good fortune was a fraud that he had been too stupid to discover all this seemed to him more than man could be asked to do.
He couldn't help associating them with former hours with his head-master or in the dean's office. Only he had respected his head-master and even the dean, whereas he was not at all sure he respected Mr. Benson and he was quite sure he did not respect Mr. Honaton.
The firm for which Wayne worked was young and small Benson & Honaton. They made a specialty of circularization in connection with the bond issues in which they were interested, and Wayne had charge of their "literature," as they described it. He often felt, after he had finished a report, that his work deserved the title. A certain number of people in Wall Street disapproved of the firm's methods.
He rose slowly from his desk, exchanging with the office boy who brought the message a long, severe look, under which something very comic lurked, though neither knew what. "And don't miss J.B.'s socks," said the boy. Mr. Honaton J.B. was considered in his office a very beautiful dresser, as indeed in some ways he was.
"It might all come out before you arrived, and I could not listen to things that" she avoided naming her mother "that will be said about you, Pete. Isn't there somewhere I can wait while you have your interview?" There was the outer office of Honaton & Benson. He let her go with him, and turned her over to the care of David, who found her a corner out of the way, and left her only once.
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