He nodded, bleakly.
"Please sit down, Mr. Bishop, and we will talk this over."
He sat down and he was thinking: It isn't right for a beautiful girl to be so big and husky. Nor so competent.
"You'd like to get started doing something," said the girl.
"That's the thought I had."
"You specialized in business administration. I'm afraid there aren't many openings in that particular field."
"I wouldn't expect too much to start with," Bishop told her with what he felt was a becoming modesty and a realistic outlook. "Almost anything at all, until I can prove my value."
"You'd have to start at the very bottom. And it would take two years of training. Not in method only, but in attitude and philosophy."
"I wouldn't - "
He hesitated. He had meant to say that he wouldn't mind. But he would mind. He would mind a lot.