had not sent him away. As Lampert, perceiving him, fixed his gaze upon him, the boy hitched away from him nervously and stared at him angrily.
His grandfather, since Peewee had seen him, had taken on still more the look of a man who would not work. He appeared, Peewee saw uneasily, triumphant.
"This is an unfortunate business, gentlemen," Beman remarked.
"Unpleasant, Mr. Beman—unpleasant on all sides," the lawyer put in unctuously.
"Beman—" Lampert began. The lawyer checked him.
Peewee shrank unhappily. Beman was not threatening; he was not fighting. Whatever it was that he had learned it had, apparently, conquered the old man.
"You are Mr. Rubenwall?" he said to the lawyer.
"Yes, Mr. Beman."
Peewee saw anxiously that Beman waited in a subdued way for them to commence; when they did not, he was obliged to speak.
