"Strange I had not heard the good news, but I am certainly proud of his success," exclaimed Marrion.
"Well, I am not. I despise him, the accursed Milburn," Frost hissed between his teeth. "He crossed me in every path; my luck quails before his whenever we encounter. I say luck, for he has no genius."
"There are a number of people mistaken then, for he is rapidly gaining reputation." This was harrowing to the vanity of the other.
"Yes, and it will do him more good than he deserves, but he had a big advantage in this."
"Not advantage, Frost, more than that which hard work and skill bestows."
"Umph! You need not defend him, for he hates you, Latham."
"That doesn't keep me from rejoicing with him."
"Well, tell me, when did the drop in the temperature of your relations occur?"
"About two months ago we had a slight misunderstanding."
"About his wife, I presume?"
"About none of your business, if you will pardon brevity," Marrion answered, curtly.
"You need not mind a little thing like that. I am in the same boat."
