Neither spoke again; and after a moment Selwyn's eyes fell, he turned
heavily on his heel and walked away, head bent, gray eyes narrowing to
slits.
Yet, through the brain's chaos and the heart's loud tumult and the
clamour of pulses run wild at the insult flung into his very face, the
grim instinct to go on persisted. And he went on, and on, for _her_
sake--on--he knew not how--until he came to Neergard's apartment in one
of the vast West-Side constructions, bearing the name of a sovereign
state; and here, after an interval, he followed his card to Neergard's
splendid suite, where a man-servant received him and left him seated by
a sunny window overlooking the blossoming foliage of the Park.
When Neergard came in, and stood on the farther side of a big oak table,
Selwyn rose, returning the cool, curt nod.
"Mr. Neergard," he said, "it is not easy for me to come here after what
I said to you when I severed my connection with your firm. You have
every reason to be unfriendly toward me; but I came on the chance that
whatever resentment you may feel will not prevent you from hearing me
out.
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