"
"So am I, for Auntie's sake and yours. I realize I have made you a lot
of--ah--trouble."
"Oh, that's all right, that's all right. Hang it all, I feel like a
beast to chuck you out this way, but I have partners, you know. What
will you do now?"
"I don't know."
Cousin Gussie reflected. "I think perhaps you'd better go back to Aunt
Clarissa," he said. "Possibly she will tell you what to do. Don't you
think she will?"
"Yes."
"Humph! You seem to be mighty sure of it. How do you know she will?"
For the first time a gleam, a very slight and almost pathetic gleam, of
humor shone behind Galusha's spectacles.
"Because she always does," he said. And thus ended his connection with
the banking profession.
Aunt Clarissa was disgusted and disappointed, of course. She expressed
her feelings without reservation. However, she laid most of the blame
upon heredity.
"You got it from that impractical librarian," she declared. "Why did
Dorothy marry him? She might have known what the result would be."
Galusha was more downcast even than his relative.
"I'm awfully sorry, Aunt Clarissa," he said. "I realize I am a dreadful
disappointment to you. I tried, I honestly did, but--"
And here he coughed, coughed lengthily and in a manner which caused his
aunt to look alarmed and anxious. She had heard John Capen Bangs cough
like that.
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