He knew Geary to be full of energy and resource, and he had confidence in his ability as a lawyer, even though he was so young in years and experience.

Besides this, he was his friend, his college chum; for all Geary's disagreeable qualities he knew he would do the right thing by him now.
"You're the one man of all others I wanted to see," he exclaimed as he gripped his hand.

"By George! I'm glad you have come.

Here, sit down and let's talk this over." Geary took the big leather chair behind the desk, and Vandover flung himself again upon the window-seat.

It was as if the two were back in the room in Matthew's; hundreds of times in those days they had occupied precisely these positions, Geary bending over at the study table, intent, nervous, very keen, Vandover lounging idly upon the window-seat, resting easily on his elbow listening to the other man's advice.
"Now, what must I do, Charlie ?" Vandover began.