But before he could touch it Kitty had grasped him by the arm.
“Oh, don’t try it!” she cried. “Please don’t! You might hurt your back.”
IV
BILLY
A few minutes before noon the next day Billy Fenelby dropped into Mr. Fenelby’s office in the city and the two men went out to lunch together. It would be hard to imagine two brothers more unlike than Thomas and William Fenelby, for if Thomas Fenelby was inclined to be small in stature and precise in his manner, William was all that his nickname of Billy implied, and was not so many years out of his college foot-ball eleven, where he had won a place because of his size and strength. Billy Fenelby, after having been heroized by innumerable girls during his college years, had become definitely a man’s man, and was in the habit of saying that his girly-girl days were over, and that he would walk around a block any day to escape meeting a girl. He was not afraid of girls, and he did not hate them, but he simply held that they were not worth while. The truth was that he had been so petted and worshiped by them as a star foot-ball player that the attention they paid him, as an ordinary young man not unlike many other young men out of college, seemed tame by comparison. No doubt he had come to believe, during his college days, that the only interesting thing a girl could do was to admire a man heartily, and in the manner that only foot-ball players and matinee idols are admired, so that now, when he had no particular claim to admiration, girls had become, so far as he was concerned, useless affairs.
“Now, about this girl-person that you have over at your house,” he said to his brother, when they were seated at their lunch, “what about her?”
“About her?” asked Mr. Fenelby. “How do you mean?”
“What about her?” repeated Billy. “You know how I feel about the girl-business. I suppose she is going to stay awhile?”