He would tell him what he thought of him.

That merchant would learn from it some things that would do him good if he believed them, but probably he wouldn't believe them.

He would also see that he had done his faithful employee grave injustices.

And he would be left, in some humiliation, having found, as Merton Gill took himself forever out of retail trade, that two could play on words as well as one.

It was a good warm speech, and its author knew every word of it from mumbled rehearsal during the two weeks, at times when Gashwiler merely thought he was being queer again.
At last came the day when he decided to recite it in full to the man for whom it had been composed.