"What if he does?" asked the editor-in-chief with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Well, if you don't mind being turned down and swept out of the office before your mouth is fairly open, go ahead."
"I shan't go to the office," responded Paul deliberately. "I shall go around to the house."
"Good heavens!"
"Why not?"
"Well, I don't know why—only it makes Father as mad as hops to be disturbed about business after he gets home."
"I'm not supposed to know that, am I?"
"N—o."
"Then I shall come to the house," reiterated Paul firmly. "Your father will have more leisure there and I think he will be more likely to listen."
"He won't listen to you anywhere."