“They haven't hurt him any, I should say.”
“I don't know.” She reflected, eyeing her cigaret. “He presumes on them, rather. And a good many men never think a handsome man has any brains.”
“Well, he fools them there, too.”
She raised her eyebrows slightly.
“Tell me about the new plant, Graham.”
“I don't know anything about it yet,” he said bluntly. “And you wouldn't be really interested if I did.”
“That's rather disagreeable of you.”
“No; I'm just trying to talk straight, for once. We—you and I—we always talk around things. I don't know why.”
“You look terribly like your father just now. You are quite savage.”
“That's exactly what I mean, mother. You don't say father is savage. God knows he isn't that. You just say I act like father, and that I am savage.”