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Bonbright, shoulders drooping, legs dragging, face drawn, eyes burning, would have passed him without recognition, without caring who it was he passed, but that did not suit Lightener's purpose. "Well, Bonbright?" he said. Sudden fire flashed in Bonbright's brain.
He knew how it should be done but he did not care.... The methods of Bonbright Foote I not only suited his father, but were the laws of his father's life. Not only had Bonbright established sympathetic relations with Malcolm Lightener, but with Lightener's family. In Mrs.
Lightener's arms, but scant comfort in her words, yet they would remain with Ruth and she would find comfort in them later. Now she heard Malcolm Lightener speaking to her husband. "You be good to that little girl, young man," he said. "Be mighty patient and gentle with her." She waited for Bonbright's reply. "I love her," she heard Bonbright say in a low voice.
I can keep up...." And all the time he was rapping on Lightener's chest. He was conscious of what he did and said, but he did not do and say it of his own volition. He was like a man who dimly sees and hears another man. Subconsciously he was repeating: "Not another one till to-morrow.... Not another one till to-morrow...."
Lightener's wife and daughter had openly waged society war against his wife in behalf of his son's wife.... But Mr. Foote was not the man to throw away an enormous and profitable business because of a personal grudge. Lightener paused for no preliminaries. "Foote," he said, "I want ten thousand engines complete. You can make 'em.
Lightener was angry angry because Bonbright's father had rejected his proposition to manufacture engines; more angry at the way Mr. Foote had spoken concerning his son. In the back of Lightener's mind was the thought that he would show a Foote.... Just what he would show him was not determined. Bonbright came in. He was not the Bonbright of six months before.
"He couldn't stand it.... I expect you and mother are disappointed. You wanted me to marry Bonbright, myself..." "HILDA!" Mrs. Lightener's voice was shocked. "Oh, Bonbright and I talked it over the night we met. Don't be a bit alarmed. I'm not being especially forward.... We've got to do something. What does Bon want us to do?" "He wants me to give him a job." She turned to Bonbright.
In spite of his youth and Lightener's maturity there was real companionship between them.... Lightener knew what was going on, and in his granite way he tried to help the boy. Bonbright was not interested in his own business, so Lightener awakened in him an interest in Lightener's business. He discussed his affairs with the boy. He talked of systems, of efficiency, of business methods.
He reached his determination at noon, while he was eating his luncheon, and to Mrs. Lightener's amazement sprang up from the table and lunged out of the room without so much as a glance at her or a word of good-by. In some men of affairs this might not be remarkable, but in Malcolm Lightener it was remarkable.
He stopped, and with the knuckles of a hand that was torn and blistered and trembling, he knocked on Lightener's broad chest as he would have knocked on a door that refused to open. "Damn your axles," he said, thickly. "I can get them there another and another and another and another.... They're too slow below.... Make 'em come faster.
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