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"Supposing it
was all true, what could I do?"
Dick's resentment got the better of him; he answered hotly, "Well, you
might tell him that it was playing it pretty low down on us."
"Have you told him that?"
"Yes, I have, or I shouldn't have come to you. I don't mean I used just
those words, but I made my meaning clear enough."
"And what did he say?"
"He said he didn't see it in the light I did."
A faint smile came on the face of Mr. Quisante's wife.
"But you could make him see it," urged Dick. May smiled at him for a
brief moment and then looked out to the river again.
"It'll be deuced awkward for him if they get hold of his back speeches,"
said Dick with gloomy satisfaction.
"Oh, everybody's back speeches are what you call deuced awkward." A
moment later she went on, "What does it all come to, after all? We must
take things as they are; we mustn't be quixotic, we mustn't quarrel with
our bread-and-butter."
Dick looked at her with evident surprise, even with dismay.
"You think it all right?" he asked.
"It's not for me to say.


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