Onthenextmorningtherecameamessagetohimashewasdressing。MrWhartonwishedtospeaktohim。Wouldhecomedownbeforebreakfast，orwouldhecallonMrWhartoninStoneBuildings？Hesentdownwordthathewoulddothelatteratanhourtobefixed，andthendidnotshowhimselfinthebreakfast-
roomtillMrWhartonwasgone。’I’vegottogotoyourfatherto-day，’hesaidtohiswife，’andIthoughtitbestnottobegintillwecometotheregularbusiness。Ihopehedoesnotmeantobeunreasonable。’Tothisshemadenoanswer。’Ofcourseyouthinkthewantofreasonwillbeallonmyside。’
’Idon’tknowwhyyoushouldsayso。’
’BecauseIcanreadyourmind。Youdothinkso。You’vebeeninthesameboatwithyourfatherallyourlife，andyoucan’tgetoutofthatboatandgetintomine。Iwaswrongtocomeandlivehere。Ofcourseitwasnotthewaytowithdrawyoufromhisinfluence。’Shehadnothingtosaythatwouldnotangerhim，andwasthereforesilent。’Well。ImustdothebestIcanbymyself，Isuppose。Good-bye，’andsohewasoff。
’Iwanttoknow，’saidMrWharton，onwhomwasthrownbypremeditationonthepartofLopezthetaskofbeginningtheconversation，——’Iwanttoknowwhatisthenatureofyouroperation。Ihaveneverbeenquiteabletounderstandit。’