THE FINANCIER 
in a turmoil. If things were settled—if we knew how soon 
this would blow over—" He paused, for he felt that he 
could not go on and say that he or the bank was sorry 
to be forced to lose Mr. Cowperwood in this way at 
present. Mr. Cowperwood himself would have to speak. 
Cowperwood, Sr., had been doing his best to pull him- 
self together. He had gotten out a large white linen 
handkerchief and blown his nose, and he had straightened 
himself in his chair, and laid his hands rather peacefully 
on his desk. Still he was intensely wrought up. He 
didn't attempt to speak any more. Instead, he fished in 
his right coat pocket for his very hardly concocted letter 
of resignation, which was nicely enveloped and addressed. 
and handed it over to Mr. Kasson. 
" I can't stand this!" he suddenly exclaimed. " I wish 
you would leave me alone now." 
Mr. Kasson, very carefully dressed and manicured, 
arose and walked out of the room for a few moments. 
The moment the door was closed Cowperwood put his 
head in his hands and shook and shook convulsively. 
"I never thought I'd come to this," he said. "I never 
thought it." Then he wiped away his salty hot tears, and 
went to the window once more to recover. It was a ter- 
rible day and a terrible siege for him.