"
In spite of himself, Robert Morton betrayed his surprise.
"Mr. Snelling back again!" he exclaimed.
"Yes, he is down," was the laconic answer.
For all his boasted eagerness to talk, however, Richard Galbraith did
not immediately avail himself of the privilege of conversation. On the
contrary, as Bob shot a questioning glance toward him, he thought he
detected for the first time in his life a strange uneasiness in the
capitalist's habitually self-contained manner. He seemed to be framing
an introduction for what he wished to say.
"I have several matters to talk over with you, Bob," he began at last
in a resolute tone. "Some of them are pleasant and some of them may
not, I fear, prove to be so. But we must take them as they come, and
pleasant or unpleasant, I want you to believe that I have no choice but
to place them before you. I have always felt for you a warm
friendship, my boy, and that friendship has in no way lessened.
Therefore if any word I speak causes you unhappiness, I want you to
remember that I only say it because I must.
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