"I wish you were," he confessed, truthfully. "If you would only get really jealous, I should be delighted. I should begin to feel a little sure of you."
She seated herself at the piano and struck a few idle notes, inquiring, casually: "Kalvik is the name of the place where you are going, isn't it?"
"It is."
"I suppose you will see a great deal of this—Cherry Malotte?"
"Undoubtedly, inasmuch as we are partners."
"Partners!" Mildred ceased playing and swung about. "What do you mean?"
"She is interested in this enterprise; the cannery site is hers."
"I see!" After a moment, "Does this new affair of father's have any particular effect on your plans?"
"Yes and no," he answered, feeling again the weight of this last complication, forgotten for the moment.
"What do you wish me to do?"