“Because I wouldn't understand?”
“Because I myself don't understand.”
She thought awhile, brushing the rose velvet of her mouth with the fan's edge, then, looking up confidently:
“Mr. Siward is such a boy. I'm so glad he has you to advise him in such matters.”
“What matters?” asked Plank bluntly.
“Why, in—in financial matters.”
“But I don't advise him.”
“Why not?”
“Because he hasn't asked me to, Miss Landis.”
“He ought to ask you.... He must ask you.... Don't wait for him, Mr. Plank. He is only a boy in such things.”