“Then you’re not angry with him, or me?”
“No.”
“Then what’s the trouble?”
“I don’t like it—I hate it,” the young composer went on with difficulty.
“What don’t you like?”
“This business!”
“What, this business of testing Erna?” Nielsen asked gently, and studied him. “John!” The latter refused to look at him. “It’s all in fun. I thought you were satisfied with our arrangement? We are each to study Erna in our own way, then to compare notes to learn whether—You don’t have to use Breen’s method. I don’t intend to. You don’t have to either.”
“I know.”
“Then there ought to be no complaint.”
“Count me out anyhow.”