"Oh, I'm only the city man."
He picked up his hat and moved toward the door. "Good-afternoon," he
said frigidly.
Remorse for what was past and despair for what was to come gripped me.
"I'm sorry for the mistake," I said, following him to the door, "but you
wouldn't give me a chance to explain."
Without a word or look in reply, he walked away, selfishly absorbed in
his own thoughts.