Ramsey is leaving. I thought
of you this morning when my secretary mentioned the fact. And, by the
way, I don't mind saying that we hope to have the Hooper heirs
continue their holdings in the bank. The account, as you know, is a
large one and we don't want to lose it. Besides, Geoffrey Hooper is
the sort of a chap who will help the bank tremendously if we put him
on the board. He stands very high socially and is hand in glove with
the richest people in town. I am to see him at three o'clock. By Jove,
it's nearly three. Excuse me, Bingle, if I appear to hurry you off,
but--"
"I just wanted to ask how Kathleen is, Mr. Force," said Mr. Bingle,
who had not been asked to sit down.
"She's all right," said Mr. Force. "Good-bye, Bingle. Tell Bashford I
said you were to have Ramsey's place. And, by the way, if I can ever
be of any service to you, Bingle, I wish you'd call on me."
"Thanks. The job will be enough, I hope, Mr. Force."
Force suddenly lowered his eyes. "I'd ask you to come and see
Kathleen, Bingle, but--but we're trying to break the child of her
homesickness, of her longing to see you.
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