I can square all with Hugh.

He only wished to get you out West to break off any possible entanglement.

You are not in Wall Street, are you?
It is a seething hell.

Now, forgive, forget; meet me frankly at the Century for dinner, and I may be able to make your fortune and save your friendship.

Burn this; don't answer, even by wire, as I shall be swinging around by Pittsburg.