He no longer felt bitter toward Dory.
Thinking over the whole of the Ranger-Whitney relations and the sudden double break in them, he had begun to believe that perhaps Adelaide had had the good luck to make an extremely clever stroke when she shifted from Ross Whitney to Hargrave.

Anyhow, Dory was a fine fellow, both in looks and in brains, with surprisingly good, yes, really amazing air and manner--considering his opportunities; he'd be an ornament to any family as soon as he had money enough properly to equip himself--which would be very soon, now that the great Dawson was about to open fire on the will and demolish it.
"Howdy," he accordingly said, with only a shade less than his old friendliness, and that due to embarrassment, and not at all to ill feeling.

"Where's mother--and Del ?" "Your sister has taken your mother for a drive," replied Hargrave.
"Smoke ?" said Arthur, extending his gold cigarette case, open.
Dory preferred his own brand of cigarettes; but, feeling that he ought to meet any advance of Arthur's, he took one of the big, powerful Egyptians with "A.K." on it in blue monogram.

They smoked in silence a moment or so, Arthur considering whether to practise on Dory the story of his proposed contest, to enable him to tell it in better form to his mother and sister.

"I've been to Chicago to see about contesting the will," he began, deciding for the rehearsal.
"I supposed so," said Hargrave.
"Of course, for mother's and Del's sake I simply have to do it," he went on, much encouraged.