“That’s settled then,” agreed Mr. Potter. “Now, is there anything else? I don’t want to have cablegrams following me, since I’m going for a rest.”
“No,” replied the other. “I know I shall want my partner’s advice often enough, but I’ll get on without you. Take a rest. You can afford it. There’s nothing else.”
“Then if you are through with business, I want to speak to you of Frances,” said Mr. Potter.
Mr. De Witt turned and looked at Mr. Potter quickly. “What about?”
“Do you know that that girl’s grown up, and we none of us have realised it?”
“Well?”
“And do you know that she has seen next to no people,—that her morning ride, her studies, and her afternoon drive with her mother are the only events of her day?”
“Well?”
“And that her summers, off in that solitary country house of yours, with never a bit of company but Freddy De Witt and myself, are horribly dull and monotonous?”
“Well?”