ROBERT. (with an embarrassed smile) No, Andy, I—I just happened to think of something else. (Frowning) There’ve been lots of times lately that I’ve wished I had some of your faculty for business.
ANDREW. (soberly) There’s something I want to talk about, Rob,—the farm. You don’t mind, do you?
ROBERT. No.
ANDREW. I walked over it this morning with Ruth—and she told me about things—— (Evasively) I could see the place had run down; but you mustn’t blame yourself. When luck’s against anyone——
ROBERT. Don’t, Andy! It is my fault. You know it as well as I do. The best I’ve ever done was to make ends meet.
ANDREW. (after a pause) I’ve got over a thousand saved, and you can have that.
ROBERT. (firmly) No. You need that for your start in Buenos Aires.
ANDREW. I don’t. I can——
ROBERT. (determinedly) No, Andy! Once and for all, no! I won’t hear of it!
ANDREW. (protestingly) You obstinate old son of a gun!