"To what end?" she questioned. "Poverty would be quite inconvenient. I shouldn't care for it. But hasn't it ever occurred to you that the man who wears the strongest and brightest mail, and who by his own confession is possessed of an alert brain, ought occasionally to be seen in the lists?"
"In short, your charge is that I am a shirker—and, since it's the same thing, a coward?"
Adrienne did not at once answer him, but she straightened out for an uninterrupted run before the wind, and by the tiny moss-green flecks, which moments of great seriousness brought to the depths of her eyes, he knew that she meant to speak the unveiled truth.
"Besides your own holdings in a lot of railways and things, you handle your mother's and sisters' property, don't you?"
He nodded.
"In a fashion, I do. I sign the necessary papers when the lawyers call me up, and ask me to come down-town."
"You are a director in the Metropole Trust Company?"
"Guilty."
"In the Consolidated Seacoast?"
"I believe so."