"
Aynesworth nodded a little curtly. He was not very favorably impressed
with his visitor.
"Well!"
Barrington leaned forward in his chair.
"Mr. Aynesworth," he said, "you have made for yourself some reputation
as a writer. Your name has been familiar to me for some time. I was at
college, I believe, with your uncle, Stanley Aynesworth."
He paused. Aynesworth said nothing.
"I want to know," Barrington continued impressively, "what has induced
you to accept a position with such a man as Seton?"
"That," Aynesworth declared, "is easily answered. I was not looking
for a secretaryship at all, or anything of the sort, but I chanced to
hear his history one night, and I was curious to analyze, so far as
possible, his attitude towards life and his fellows, on his
reappearance in it. That is the whole secret."
Barrington leaned back in his chair, and glanced thoughtfully at his
companion.
"You know the story of his misadventures, then?" he remarked.
"I know all about his imprisonment, and the cause of it," Aynesworth
said quietly.
Barrington was silent for several moments. He felt that he was
receiving but scanty encouragement.
"Is it worth while, Mr. Aynesworth?" he asked at length. "There is
better work for you in the world than this."
Again Aynesworth preferred to reply by a gesture only. Barrington was
watching him steadily.
"A political secretaryship, Mr. Aynesworth," he said, "might lead you
anywhere.
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