It was the first time the two men had talked unchaperoned by Claire.
"Yes. We ought to have a good run, sir." The "sir" came hard. The historian puts forth a theory that Milt had got it out of fiction. "We might go up over Mount Washburn. Take us up to ten thousand feet."
"Uh, you said—didn't Miss Boltwood tell me that you are going to Seattle, too?"
"Yes."
"Friends there, no doubt?"
Milt grinned irresistibly. "Not a friend. But I'm going to make 'em. I'm going to take up engineering, and some French, I guess, at the university there."
"Ah. Really?"
"Yes. Been too limited in my ambition. Don't see why I shouldn't get out and build railroads and power plants and roads—Siberia, Africa, all sorts of interesting places."
"Quite right. Quite right. Uh, ah, I, oh, I—— Have you seen Miss Boltwood?"
"I saw Miss Boltwood in the office."