Just
the same, Mr. Galbraith, we thank you kindly for bringin' the offer,
an' your friend for makin' it; an' though we refuse it, 'tain't done in
no unfriendly spirit."
"I understand that," nodded the financier.
Nevertheless he gazed with no small amount of awe and respect at these
poor fisherfolk who could so lightly fling aside a fortune.
"Mebbe," resumed Zenas Henry, "you'll tell this friend of Madam Lee's
that we've took note of his squareness."
"Oh, yes, do tell him that it was splendid of him, splendid!"
interrupted Delight.
"He's a gentleman, whoever he is," Captain Phineas added. "Tell him so
from all of us."
"You might like to tell him so yourselves," returned Mr. Galbraith
slowly.
"Eh?" Zenas Henry questioned. "Oh, we might write him, you mean.
That's so. Likely it would be more decent. We'd be surer of his
knowin' how we felt if 'twas put down in black an' white. What's his
name?"
"Robert Morton."
"Robert Morton! Robert Mor--not our--not _Bob_!"
"Yes."
He saw Delight flush, and her eyes suddenly fill with tears.
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