8I said dignity was restored. Nevertheless, the conversation became so extraordinary, to my mind, in a few minutes that I couldn’t at times really believe I was hearing what I thought I was.
“—Why did I miss that?” Dorothy said to me under her breath as I passed her, following Mr. Stubblefield through the door. “I just hope she’s worth it. He’s a good guy. He’s really good.”
Mr. Stubblefield moved on across the room. “I like that boy,” he said heartily. He took his place in front of the fireplace, even more amiable and expansive than he’d been at dinner. “Now there’s a man I’d like to have in my organization. I think I’ll go over and tell him so.”
Mr. Seymour shook his head. “I wouldn’t, E. B. Unless you want to take Kramer with you. Better let things ride a few days.”
He smiled at his
