"I'll tell you what I expect," volunteered Daunt. "You have possession of
facts----"
"I did not solicit them, sir. I was practically forced into an interview
with you when I much rather would have been enjoying myself in the
ballroom."
"Nevertheless, you have the facts. Under the circumstances you have no
right to them. I expect you to show a gentleman's consideration and keep
carefully away from my affairs."
"I, also, must ask that much, as your mutual host," put in Corson.
"Gentlemen," declared Stewart, setting back his shoulders, "by allowing
myself to stretch what you term 'honor' to that fine point I would be held
up in a campaign I have started--prevented from going on with my work,
simply because Mr. Silas Daunt is among the men I'm fighting. I'm exactly
where I was before Mr. Daunt talked to me. I propose to lick a water-power
monopoly in this state if it's in my humble power to do it. If you stay in
that crowd, Mr. Daunt, you've got to take your chances along with the rest
of 'em."
"Stewart, your position is outrageous," blazed Corson. "You're not only
throwing away a wonderful business opportunity on lines wholly approved by
general usage--simply to indulge an impractical whim for which you'll get
no thanks--taking a nonsensical stand for a mere dream in the way of
public ownership--but you're insulting me, myself, by the inference that
may be drawn.
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