“I know enough about public life to realize what the temptation must have been. And then, I can’t see what you’ve gained by it.”
Douglas Briggs lowered his head. “Thank you, Farley.” After a moment, he said: “And are you doing all this for my sake or for—?”
Farley turned away with a smile. “Well, partly for your sake,” he replied.
At that moment Fanny darted into the room, followed by Guy. “It’s all ready, Uncle Doug!”
“What is?”
“Why, the supper. I got it all up myself—the loveliest scrambled eggs, with tomatoes and some chicken salad and coffee and—well, you’ll see. Now please go down.”
“All right. You’re a good girl, Fanny. But I must have told you that before.”
Farley left the room with Briggs. “I’ll take a cab down to the club,” he said in the hall.
“And tell them just as much as you like,” Briggs remarked.
“Trust me for that,” said Farley.