Gerald was expected, but did not come.
The next morning, Selwyn went downtown at the usual hour and found Gerald, pale and shaky, hanging over his desk and trying to dictate letters to an uncomfortable stenographer.
So he dismissed the abashed girl for the moment, closed the door, and sat down beside the young man.
"Go home, Gerald" he said with decision; "when Neergard comes in I'll tell him you are not well.

And, old fellow, don't ever come near the office again when you're in this condition." "I'm a perfect fool," faltered the boy, his voice trembling; "I don't really care for that sort of thing, either; but you know how it is in that set--" "What set ?" "Oh, the Fanes--the Ruthv--" He stammered himself into silence.
"I see.

What happened last night ?" "The usual; two tables full of it.

There was a wheel, too.

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