"Yes, that's right. Well, Sonny, as soon as we're in London I'll take you to see her. But remember this: don't breathe a word of it to anyone. Keep a tight mouth. That's what a business man has always got to learn."
"Why?"
"Because silence in the right place means big money."
Olaf reflected over the new problem for some time.
"Dad," he said presently, "I'd like her to like me very much. And I'd like her to be a good sailor."
Larssen smiled at the naïve requirement.
"Is that very important?"
"Yes. You see, I want her to live with us on a yacht, and some women are so ill whenever they go on board a boat."
"Which do you like best: the country, or a big city, or the sea?"
"The sea—the sea! I hate a big city. The crowds of people make me feel...." He groped about for a word which would express his feeling " ... make me feel so lonely."