Graham had been fairly stunned, and had sat quiet while Clayton explained his attitude. There were times when big profits were allowable. There was always the risk to invested capital to consider. But he did not want to grow fat on the nation's misfortunes. Italy was one thing. This was different.
“But—we are just getting on our feet!”
“Think it over!” said Clayton. “This is going to be a long war, and an expensive one. We don't particularly want to profit by it, do we?”
Graham flushed. He felt rather small and cheap, but with that there was a growing admiration of his father. Suddenly he saw that this man beside him was a big man, one to be proud of. For already he knew the cost of the decision. He sat still, turning this new angle of war over in his mind.
“I'd like to see some of your directors when you put that up to them!”
Clayton nodded rather grimly. He did not anticipate a pleasant hour.
“How about mother?”
“I think we may take it for granted that she feels as we do.”
Graham pondered that, too.
“What about the new place?”