"I had to see our solicitor one morning," he explained, "when I was
secretary to a miners' union up north. A point had arisen concerning the
legality of certain payments. It was a matter of vast importance to us;
but he didn't seem to be taking any interest, and suddenly he jumped up.
'I'm sorry, Phillips,' he said, 'but I've got a big trouble of my own on
at home--I guess you know what--and I don't seem to care a damn about
yours. You'd better see Delauny, if you're in a hurry.' And I did."
He turned and leant over his desk. "I guess they'll have to find another
leader if they're in a hurry," he added. "I don't seem able to think
about turnips and cows."
"Don't make me feel I've interfered with your work only to spoil it,"
said Joan.
"I guess I'm spoiling yours, too," he answered. "I'm not worth it. I
might have done something to win you and keep you. I'm not going to do
much without you."
"You mean my friendship is going to be of no use to you?" asked Joan.
He raised his eyes and fixed them on her with a pleading, dog-like look.
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