'Meaning you do not want to tell me of its nature,' he said.

'Yes,' I replied.

Then he said, 'Whatever its gist, you'll need my presence and advice.

I'm going with you.' And here he is.

Doubtless he is right." Jonathan Pillsbury clasped Robert's hand as warmly as he ever clasped anybody's and permitted himself a second smile, which was his limit, and only extraordinary occasions could elicit two.
"Our conversation has been repeated with accuracy," he said.