“Yes, I think you’re right there.”
He fell into a kind of abstraction, stroking his chin with one hand, while the other still lay in her lap. Then he rose suddenly and went over to the shelf where he had put his tools.
“Well, I can’t leave Henry Ford with his inside out while I talk about my own silly affairs. You may be right, Jen—I dunno. But I’m frightfully, ever so, glad about you—you dear.”
“Thank you, Gervase. It’s such a relief to have you on my side.”
“When are you going to spring it on the family?”
“Oh, not just yet—not till Christmas, perhaps. We want to have everything settled first.”
“I think you’re wise.”
“Remember, you’re coming with me to Fourhouses on Saturday.”
“Rather! That’s part of the bargain. I must see the young man.”
“And I’m sure you’ll like him.”