“Of course. I am interested in everything that Dad undertakes.”
“And are you not—will you not be—just a little interested in the things that I undertake?”
She paused a moment before replying. The dusk had settled about them, and he could not see the contour of her face, but he knew that she had realized the significance of his question.
“Why yes,” she said at length, “I will be interested in what you undertake. You will be Dad’s partner.”
Her evasion nettled him.
“Zen,” he said, “why shouldn’t we understand each other?”
“Don’t we?” She had turned slightly toward him, and he could feel the laughing mockery in her eyes.
“I rather think we do,” he answered, “only we—at least, you—won’t admit it.”
“Oh!”
“Seriously, Zen, do you imagine I came over here to-day simply to make a deal with your father?”