The last vestige of colour had fled from his face; and Gerald caught his breath, almost blinded by the blaze of fury in the elder man's eyes.
Neither spoke again; and after a moment Selwyn's eyes fell, he turned heavily on his heel and walked away, head bent, gray eyes narrowing to slits.
Yet, through the brain's chaos and the heart's loud tumult and the clamour of pulses run wild at the insult flung into his very face, the grim instinct to go on persisted.

And he went on, and on, for _her_ sake--on--he knew not how--until he came to Neergard's apartment in one of the vast West-Side constructions, bearing the name of a sovereign state; and here, after an interval, he followed his card to Neergard's splendid suite, where a man-servant received him and left him seated by a sunny window overlooking the blossoming foliage of the Park.
When Neergard came in, and stood on the farther side of a big oak table, Selwyn rose, returning the cool, curt nod.
"Mr.Neergard," he said, "it is not easy for me to come here after what I said to you when I severed my connection with your firm.

You have every reason to be unfriendly toward me; but I came on the chance that whatever resentment you may feel will not prevent you from hearing me out." "Personal resentment," said Neergard slowly, "never interferes with my business.

I take it, of course, that you have called upon a business matter.

Will you sit down ?" "Thank you; I have only a moment.