. . . Eh? Well, I
won't, anyhow: and so you see how it is, and how it's going to be."
Farrell leaned against the rail, and held to a boat's davit, while
his gaze wandered vaguely out over the Atlantic as if it would
capture some wireless message. ("I knew how it would be," adds Foe
in his letter reporting this talk. "He was going to try the
forgive-and-forget with me: but by this time I was sure of myself.")
"Listen to me, Doctor," Farrell began. "Listen to me, for God's
pity! I didn't get off at Queenstown, though I knew you were on
board--"
"No use if you had," put in Foe. "You don't think I had overlooked
that possibility, do you?"
"Well, I didn't, anyway," was the answer. "And I'll tell you why.
Honest I will. . . . We're both here and bound for America, ain't we?
And, from what I've heard, there's no such expensive, bright,
up-to-date laboratories--if that's the way to pronounce it--as you'll
find in the States, in every walk of Science. Now, I never meant you
an injury, Doctor; but I did you one--that I freely own. . . . What I
say is, if money can make any amends, and if there's an outfit for
science to be found in the States to your mind, why, I'll improve on
it, sir.
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