“There,” said she, turning away with a little laugh, but speaking over her shoulder, “you ought to be satisfied with that.  That’s certainly much better than being thrown out of the window, to wilt in the sun!”

CHAPTER XVIII

THE NAILING OF A FLAG

“Well—­well—­well!” drawled a voice at Richard Kendrick’s elbow.  “How are you, old man?  Haven’t seen you since before the days of Noah!  Off to that country shop of yours?  I say, take me along, will you?  Time hangs heavy on my hands just now, and I want to see you anyhow, about a plan of mine.”

“Hop in, Lorimer.  Mighty glad to see you.  Want to go all the way to Eastman?  That’s fine!  This is great weather, eh?”

Belden Lorimer hopped in, if that word may be used to express his eager acceptance rather than the alacrity of his movements, for he was accustomed to act with as much deliberation as he spoke.  He was one of Richard’s college friends, also one of his late intimate companions at clubs and in social affairs.  Lorimer possessed as much money in his own right as Richard himself, though his expectations were hardly as great.

“To tell the truth,” said Lorimer, when the car had left the city and was bowling along the main travelled highway “up the State,” “I wanted to see you as much as anything to get a good look at you.  Fellows say you’ve changed.  Say you have that ‘captain-of-industry’ expression now.  Say you’ve acquired that broad brow—­alert eye—­stern mouth—­dominant chin—­and so forth, that goes with indomitable determination to ’get there.’  To be sure, I’d have thought you’d arrived, or your family before you, but they say you’ve started out to arrive some more.  It’s a wonderful example for a chap like me—­fellows say.  Think so myself.  Mind imparting—­”

Richard broke in on Lorimer’s drawl.  It was rather an engaging drawl, by the way, and he had always enjoyed hearing it, but it struck upon his ears now with a certain futility.  In a world of pressing affairs why should a man cultivate a tone like that?  But he liked Lorimer too much to mind how he talked.

“I’m delighted if I’ve acquired that expression,” said he, letting out the car another notch, although it was already in swift flight.  “It’s been a lot of trouble.  I’ve had to practise before a mirror a good deal.  It was the chin bothered me most.  It sticks out pretty well, but not as far as my grandfather’s.  Could you advise any method of—­”

“What I want to know is,” proceeded Lorimer calmly, “how you came to go into it.  Understand you wanted to help fellow out of the ditch—­good old Benson—­most worthy.  Couldn’t help him out without getting in yourself?  But going to get out soon as possible, of course?  Unthinkable for Rich Kendrick to be a country shopkeeper!”

“Unthinkable, is it?  Wait till you see the shop.  It’s the most fun I ever had.  Get out?  Not by a long shot.  I’m in for keeps.”