“Now,” he said, “the Sister Confessor may proceed.”
She looked up at him. He thought she was smiling, but she spoke earnestly.
“I want you to tell me about this M. & T. fight.”
“I don't believe there is anything to tell.”
“You think I am not interested.”
“No—not that.”
“You men are all alike. You think a girl can't understand business.” She seemed to be musing. “You like a girl who is helpless and fluttery, who can be patronized.”
“No,” said Harvey, “not that either.”
“I wish you would tell me.”
“How much do you know?”