FREDERIK. [Looking after JAMES.] Uncle Peter, when I came in this morning, I made up my mind to speak to you of James.
PETER. James?
FREDERIK. Yes, I've wondered lately if … it seems to me that James is interested in Catherine.
PETER. James? Impossible.
FREDERIK. I'm not so sure.
PETER. [Good-naturedly.] James? James Hartman?
FREDERIK. When I look back and remember him as a barefoot boy living in a shack behind our hot-houses—and see him now—in here with you—
PETER. All the more credit, Frederik.
FREDERIK. Yes; but these are the sort of fellows who dream of getting into the firm. And there are more ways than one.
PETER. Do you mean to say—He wouldn't presume to think of such a thing.