Финансист

Chapter LVII

           

           Hibbs,hearinghisvoiceandseeinghiminthedoor,aroseandcameover.Hewasaninterestingyouthofthecollegiatetype,educatedatPrinceton.HehadheardtherumorconcerningAileenfromvarioussourcesothermembersoftheclub,foroneandhadventuredtorepeatitinPethick’spresence.

           "What’sthatyouwerejustsayingaboutmysister?"askedCallum,grimly,lookingHibbsintheeye.

           "WhyI—"hesitatedHibbs,whosensedtroubleandwaseagertoavoidit.Hewasnotexceptionallybraveandlookedit.Hishairwasstraw-colored,hiseyesblue,andhischeekspink."Whynothinginparticular.WhosaidIwastalkingabouther?"HelookedatPethick,whomheknewtobethetale-bearer,andthelatterexclaimed,excitedly:

           "Nowdon’tyoutrytodenyit,Hibbs.YouknowIheardyou?"

           "Well,whatdidIsay?"askedHibbs,defiantly.

           "Well,whatdidyousay?"interruptedCallum,grimly,transferringtheconversationtohimself."That’sjustwhatIwanttoknow."

           "Why,"stammeredHibbs,nervously,"Idon’tthinkI’vesaidanythingthatanybodyelsehasn’tsaid.IjustrepeatedthatsomeonesaidthatyoursisterhadbeenveryfriendlywithMr.Cowperwood.Ididn’tsayanymorethanIhaveheardotherpeoplesayaroundhere."

           "Oh,youdidn’t,didyou?"exclaimedCallum,withdrawinghishandfromhispocketandslappingHibbsintheface.Herepeatedtheblowwithhislefthand,fiercely.

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