Cornelia nodded half dubiously.
“He owns the car at the door?”
“Yes.” There was a whole volume expressed in her tone.
The keen eyes looked Brand over a second. “Interesting face,” he commented. “Does he belong to the automobile Barlocks?”
“Why, I don’t know,” said Cornelia. “I’ve only just come home, you know. He’s Carey’s friend; that’s all I know. I didn’t even remember he had the same name as the automobile people.”
“And who is the other young woman? She is not—a minister’s daughter, too?” he asked with an amused twinkle in his eyes.
Cornelia gave him a quick deprecatory glance. “No,” she said, half ashamed. “She is just—an experiment.”
“I see,” he said gravely, giving Clytie Dodd another keen look.
“You must be like your mother,” she said, smiling. “She seemed to me so interested in just people. And she read me like a book. Or perhaps you are a psychologist?”
“You couldn’t give me a greater compliment than to tell me I’m like mother. She’s always like that, interested in everybody about her, and wondering what circumstances helped to form them as they are.”