"You're not retiring?" she hesitated.
"Yes."
"Made your pile, Rookie?"
At once they thought of Anne and the new complication she had saddled him with.
"That isn't the question," he evaded. "The amount of it is, I couldn't go to the office every morning and come home and go the next day, without—well, Nan, frankly, going off my nut. I hate it. I hate the whole business of what we call civilized life. I even think of giving Dick power of attorney and passing all my stuff over into his hands."
"Oh, no," said Nan quickly, "you mustn't do that."
He frowned at her, perplexedly.
"Don't you trust him?" he asked. "Don't you trust Dick?"
"Of course I trust Dick," said she impatiently, "his intentions, that is."
"You ought to," said Raven. "You're bound to, the man you're going to marry."