“Oh, I don't believe you a bit. You don't need to be down at the mills all the time. Look at Rupert. He doesn't need to be at his father's office.”
“Apparently not.”
“He gets off whenever he wants to.”
“Looks like it.”
“And why can't you?”
“Well, you see, I am not Rupert,” said Captain Jack, grinning at her.
“Now you are horrible. Why don't you do as you used to do? You know you could if you wanted to.”
“Yes, I suppose, if I wanted to,” said Captain Jack, suddenly grave.
“You don't want to,” said the girl, quick to catch his mood.
“Well, you know, Patsy dear, things are different, and I suppose I am too. I don't care much for a lot of things.”