“Mr. Danver, did you ever care for any one?”
Nicholas’s eyes blazed suddenly.
“What the devil—” he began. “I beg your pardon. I gave you leave to speak.”
Trix waved her hand.
“I was talking about men,” she said, “men pals. Were there any you ever cared about?”
Nicholas laughed shortly.
“Your father, my dear young lady, and Richard Gray, father of the man who has led to this interesting discussion.”
“They were really your friends?” queried Trix.
“The best fellows that ever stepped,” said Nicholas with unwonted enthusiasm.
Trix nodded. Her eyes were shining. She was thinking of her aunt’s disclosure regarding this Richard Gray.