But why shouldn't he try to get his truck published?"
Dr. Lavendar was very much moved. "If you'll only see your son," he
said, "this other business will straighten itself out somehow. But--"
he paused; "getting Sam's play published isn't a very good excuse for
seeing him. I'd rather have him think you were worried because the boy
had an attack of calf-love. No; I wouldn't want you to talk about
theatrical things," Dr. Lavendar ended thoughtfully.
"Why not?"
"Well, the fact is, Samuel has no sympathy with dramas or playhouses.
I do not myself approve of the theatre, but I am told respectable
persons have adopted the profession. Samuel, however, can't find any
good in it."
"He can't, can't he? Well, well; it was efficacious--it was
efficacious!"
"What was efficacious?"
Benjamin Wright laughed loudly. "You--don't know? He never told you?"
"You mean what you and he quarrelled about? No; he never told me."
"He was a fool."
"Benjamin, if you were not a fool at twenty-four; you missed a good
deal."
"And now he objects to theatrical things?"
"He objects so intensely," said Dr. Lavendar, "that, anxious as I am
to have you meet and bring this foolish and wicked quarrel to an end,
I should really hesitate to have you do so, if you insisted on
discussing that subject."
Benjamin Wright lifted one trembling fist. "It was efficacious!"
"And you would give your right hand to undo it," said Dr.
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