"If Sam Turner insists upon running me up two flights of stairs on an errand of that sort, I suppose I'll have to go.

But he won't." "You're lazy," she said to her father in affectionate banter, then, with a wave of her hand and a bright nod to Mr.Turner, she was gone! Sam trudged slowly up on the porch with the heart gone entirely out of him for business; and yet, as he approached Mr.Stevens he pulled himself together with a jerk.

After all, she was gone, and he could not bring her back, and in his talk with Stevens he had just approached a grave and serious situation.
"The fact of the matter is, Mr.Stevens," said he as he sat down again, "these people are the very people I want to get into my concern, but they are old hands at the stock incorporation game, and even before I've organized the company they are planning to get it out of my hands.
Now it is my scheme, mine and the kid brother's, and I don't propose to allow that." "Well, Sam," said Mr.Stevens slowly, "you know capital of late has had a lot of experience with corporate business, and it isn't the fashionable thing this year for the control and the capital to be in separate hands--right at the very beginning." This was the signal for the struggle, and Sam plunged earnestly into the conflict.

At three-fifteen he suddenly rose and made his adieus.
He would have liked to stay until Miss Josephine came back, so that he could make one more desperate attempt to set himself right with her, but there was that deferred engagement with Blackrock, and reluctantly he whirled back to Meadow Brook..