You are too much alone." Siward did not answer.

His face and body had certainly grown thinner since Fleetwood had last seen him.

Plank, too, had been shocked at the change in him--the dark, hard lines under the eyes; the pallor, the curious immobility of the man, save for his fingers, which were always restless, now moving in search of some small object to worry and turn over and over, now nervously settling into a grasp on the arm of his chair.
"How is Amalgamated Electric ?" asked Fleetwood, abruptly.
"I think it's all right.

Want to buy some ?" replied Siward, smiling.
Plank stirred in his chair ponderously.

"Somebody is kicking it to pieces," he said.
"Somebody is trying to," smiled Siward.
"Harrington," nodded Fleetwood.