"Peter is a funny old duck," she said finally.
"Funny? How?"
"O, he's so lonely and so cross and such good company and so kind! I'd like to have known him when he was young."
Douglas looked at her closely. "Jude, could you get to care for Peter if you thought he cared for you?"
"Who, me? Peter? What's the matter with you, Doug? Why, Peter is as old as Dad!"
"What difference does that make?"
"It wouldn't make any difference if I cared for him," admitted Judith, tapping thoughtfully on the tablecloth with slim brown fingers.
"But do you care for him, Judith?" insisted Douglas.
Judith's fine lips twisted contemptuously. "What an idiot you are,
Doug!"
"Do you, hang it? Answer me, Jude!"