“Is the poor dog to get none?” he asked.
“He is to have whatever he wants,” she said.
“—that’s going,” he completed her sentence.
“Yes,” said Effie, not smiling now, and kissed him very simply to seal his brotherhood.
He stood silent for a moment, then, with a jerk of his head he, so to speak, cut his loss and turned to her with the frank confidence of their settled relationship. “Now we can talk,” he said. “Tell me about old Sam. What are you going to do with him? And with his business?”
She evaded his first question. “The business? Oh, he’ll sell that.”
“Then let me buy.”
“You! Oh!”
“Why not?”
“You know what I think of it.”