"How's that?" he queried. "Never thought that was wrong. But I like your telling me. Is that right?"
"Quite,—grammatically as well as otherwise," she answered, smiling at his soberness. But her tone was as earnest as his. "The speech of a great engineer should be as correct as his figures."
"That's a go!" agreed Blake. "I'll hire a grammar expert just as soon as I work out this dam idea—um—you know what I mean—this idea about the dam. Don't know how long that will take. But I'm pretty sure I've got the thing cinched—else I wouldn't have had the nerve to come here this morning. You'll believe that, Jenny?"
"Of course. Yet there was no reason why you should have remained away even had you not succeeded. I did not mean you to—to take it that way, Tom."
"All right, then. I'll drop around often if it's not against rules."
"You'll come to church with me this morning?"
"Church!" echoed Blake, in mock-tragic fright. "Haven't been inside a church since I don't know when."
"All the more reason why you should go with us now," she argued.
"Us?"
"Aunt Amice always calls by for papa. He is one of the vestrymen of the
Cathedral, you know, but he'd never go if aunty did not come for him.
We share the same pew. But it's a large one. There'll be room for you."