"It will be time wasted on a repetition, sir. I have no right to keep Miss
Corson waiting, on such an excuse."
"You give me an almighty poor excuse for unmannerly treatment of my
business, Morrison," Daunt stated, with increasing ire.
"I really must agree in that," chided the Senator.
"Sir, you gave your daughter the same promise for yourself," declared
Stewart.
"Now let's not be silly, Stewart. Lana was playing! You can go right on
with her from where you left off."
"Perhaps!" admitted the mayor. "I hope so, at any rate. But I don't
propose to break my promise." He added in his own mind that he did not
intend to allow a certain topic between him and Lana Corson to get cold
while he was being bullyragged by two elderly gentlemen in that study.
"By the gods! you'll have to talk turkey to me on one point!" asserted
Daunt, his veneer of dignity cracking wide and showing the coarser grain
of his nature. "I made you a square business proposition and you insulted
me--under the roof of a gentleman who had vouched for both of us."
"Thank you! Now we are not retracing our steps, as you threatened to do.
We go on from where we left off. Therefore, I can give you a few moments,
sir.
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