“Beg your pardon—whatever it was—yes?”
“You’re getting dreadfully—slangy, Walter.”
“Getting? Since when?”
“It’s growing on you.”
They glided down the smooth asphalt silently. Presently she turned to him, placing both hands on his knee.
“Papa said he had asked David to call. Now, papa knows that David and I have had a misunderstanding. Why should he deliberately ignore me and invite David to the house? I know he won’t accept.”
“Don’t be too certain, Bess. There may be reasons.”
“What reasons?”
“Oh, business. Davy’s crossed the pater’s trail up in the woods—and happens to have stumbled on to a rather good thing—if he only knows it.”
“Does papa want him to know it?”