"Well—I gave you three years."
Keith smiled. "What did you give me them for? To make my fortune in?"
"To learn common-sense in."
Keith laughed. "It wasn't enough for that. You should have given me three hundred, at the very least!"
The laugh was discouraging, and Isaac felt that he was on the wrong tack.
"I'd give you as many as you like, if I could afford to wait. But I consider I've waited long enough already."
"What were you waiting for?"
"For you to come back—"
Keith's face was radiant with innocent inquiry.
"—To come back into the business."