"Nothing," he said briefly, "except that I'm coming, as I said before, to dine with you to-night; but no more BUSINESS.

I've enough of that with others, and there are some waiting for me in the outer office now." Barker rose at once, but with the same affectionate smile and tender gravity of countenance, and laid his hand caressingly on Stacy's shoulder.

"It's like you to give up so much of your time to me and my foolishness and be so frank with me.

And I know it's mighty rough on you to have to be a mere machine instead of Jim Stacy.

Don't you bother about me.