"Do you know," she said, "you have never yet told me anything about your business. Is it all right for me to ask, Clive?"
"Certainly. It's real estate—Bailey, Reeve, and Willis. Willis is dead, Reeve out of it, and my father and I are the whole show."
"Reeve?" she repeated, interested.
"Yes, he lives in Paris, permanently. He has a son here, in the banking business."
"Cecil Reeve?"
"Yes. Do you know him?"
"No. My sister Catharine does."
Clive seemed interested and curious: "Cecil Reeve and I were at Harvard together. I haven't seen much of him since."
"What sort is he, Clive?"
"Nice—Oh, very nice. A good sport;—a good deal of a sport.... Which sister did you say?"