"No," he said firmly. "This is my decision."
"At least let me come with you—let me hear!"
He shook his head. "No, Doris—not even that. This is between your father and me."
"But our marriage," she said in desperation, following him to the door.
"Afterward—when I have seen your father, then we must talk of that."
The new decision in his voice and movement surprised and controlled her. She raised her hand as though to speak, and found no word to utter in her amazement. He went quickly through the salons, knocked, and went into the library. Drake, with a premonition perhaps of what was coming, was waiting impatiently, spinning the chain of his watch.
"Well, Tom, to the point. What is it?" he said imperiously.
"Mr. Drake," Bojo began carefully, "I have not been in to see you because—because I did not know just what to say. Mr. Drake, I've been terribly upset by this Pittsburgh & New Orleans deal!"
"What, upset by making a cool quarter of a million?"
"Yes, that's it," he said firmly, never losing an expression on the older man's face. "You know, of course, that Forshay, who committed suicide, was in my office."