As his friend passed
out of the door, he stepped up beside him.
"Good evening, General," he said. The General turned and stared at
him, half in a daze.
"Oh, Montague!" he said. "How are you?"
"Very well," said Montague.
In the street outside, among a group of half a dozen automobiles, he
recognised the General's limousine car.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Home," was the reply.
"I'll ride with you, if you like," said Montague. "I've something to
say to you."
"All right," said the General. He could not very well have refused,
for Montague had taken him by the arm and started toward the car; he
did not intend to be put off.
He helped the General in, got in himself, and shut to the door
behind him. Prentice sat staring in front of him, still half in a
daze.
Montague watched him for a minute or so. Then suddenly he leaned
toward him, and said, "General, why do you let them persuade you to
do it?"
"Hey?" said the other.
"I say," repeated Montague, "why do you let them persuade you?"
The other turned and stared at him, with a startled look in his
eyes.
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