"Thank you," said David, grateful for the assurance, even if the good will behind it was a trifle obvious.
"And you find your work interesting, don't you?"
"I'm learning to like it—very much."
He tried to make his answer convincing. But when he had left the office, Jonathan shook his head and sought out his bookkeeper.
"That's a very nice young man, Miss Summers," he said. "Mr. Quentin, I mean."
Miss Summers agreed.
"But I'm afraid he's pretty heartsore yet."
Miss Summers looked a question.
"He's a young architect," Jonathan explained, "who didn't make good.
I'm afraid this work seems a come-down to him."
"That's too bad," said Miss Summers.