“That makes no difference,” she parried. “We––Daddy and I––cannot but admire such a remarkable engineer.”
Ashton shrugged. “The dam was a big thing. I fail to see why you should admire Blake just because he happened to blunder on the idea that solved the difficulty.”
“You do not like him,” she said with frank directness.
He hesitated and looked away. When he replied it was with evident reluctance: “No, I do not. He is––You would hardly admire him personally, even though he did bully Genevieve Leslie into marrying him.”
“He is married?” exclaimed the girl.
“No wonder you are surprised,” said Ashton. “It was the most amazing thing imaginable––she the daughter of H. V. Leslie, one of our wealthiest financiers, and he a rough, uncouth drunkard.”
“Drunkard?” almost screamed the girl. “No, no, not drunkard! I cannot believe it!” 30
“He certainly was one until just before Genevieve married him,” insisted Ashton. “I hear he has managed to keep sober since.”
“O-o-oh!” sighed Miss Isobel, making no effort to conceal her vast relief. She attempted a smile. “I am so glad to hear that he is all right now. Of course he must be!... You say he married an heiress?”
“She is worth three millions in her own right, and Leslie is as daft over him as she is. Leslie and my father are the ones who backed him on the Zariba Dam.”