“Was there a war?”
“For years. Millions of dollars were involved.”
“Is that so?”
“Why, yes! and Reben was right in the thick of it. Both sides were trying to get him in.”
“Who’s Reben?” said Winfield. “What does he manufacture?”
Sheila laughed, shocked at his boundless ignorance. It was like asking, “What does St. Peter do for a living?”
“You don’t know much about the theater, do you?”
“No,” he laughed, “and you don’t know much about weighing-machines.”
“No.”
“Neither do I. I’ve got to learn.”