"As you like," put in the other."If it be so, why, then all the more reason why I should, under the circumstances--""Under what circumstances?" interposed the lawyer.
"Let us be clear about this thing as we go along.
To what circumstances do you refer?"
He had turned his eyes now, and looked Theron in the face.
A slight protrusion of his lower jaw had given the cigar an upward tilt under the black mustache.
"The circumstances are that you have brought or sent to my garden a great many very expensive flower-plants and bushes and so on.""And you object? I had not supposed that clergymen in general--and you in particular--were so sensitive.
Have donation parties, then, gone out of date?""I understand your sneer well enough," retorted Theron, "but that can pass.The main point is, that you did me the honor to send these plants--or to smuggle them in--but never once deigned to hint to me that you had done so.
No one told me.Except by mere accident, I should not have known to this day where they came from."Mr.Gorringe twisted the cigar at another angle, with lines of grim amusement about the corner of his mouth.
"I should have thought," he said with dry deliberation, "that possibly this fact might have raised in your mind the conceivable hypothesis that the plants might not be intended for you at all.""That is precisely it, sir," said Theron.There were people passing, and he was forced to keep his voice down.
It would have been a relief, he felt, to shout."That is it--they were not intended for me."
"Well, then, what are you talking about?" The lawyer's speech had become abrupt almost to incivility.
"I think my remarks have been perfectly clear,"said the minister, with dignity.It was a new experience to be addressed in that fashion.It occurred to him to add, "Please remember that I am not in the witness-box, to be bullied or insulted by a professional."Gorringe studied Theron's face attentively with a cold, searching scrutiny."You may thank your stars you're not!"he said, with significance.