“And you expect her to do so?”
“I hope she will.”
“Well, she won’t,” Stuyvesant answered. He was chewing his cigar again.
“You spoke of the something more, sir,” said Don. “I think I know what that means, and it’s a whole lot more than anything your ten thousand can give. When I found myself stony broke, I was dazed for a while, and thought a good deal as you think. Then this summer I found the something more. I wouldn’t swap back.”
“Then stay where you are,” snapped Stuyvesant. “Don’t try to drag in Frances.”
Don prepared to leave.
“It’s a pity you aren’t stony broke too,” he observed.
“Thanks,” answered Stuyvesant. “But I’m not, and I don’t intend to have my daughter put in that position.”
“You haven’t forgotten that I have a house and twelve hundred?”