"See here, Harwood, if you find after awhile that you don't get on with Bassett, or you want to change, why, I want you to give me a chance at you.

I'd like to put my boy with you, somehow.

I'll die some day and I want to be sure somebody'll look after him.

By God, he's all I got!" He swung round, but his eyes were upon the floor; he drew out a handkerchief and blew his nose noisily.
"By George," he exclaimed, "I promised Allen to take you up to Sally Owen's.

You know Mrs.Owen?
That's right; Allen said she's been asking about you.