"Well?" she urged him after a pause.
"What do you think of it?"
"I thought you had worked that all out for yourself some time ago."
"I had. But father and Mr. Welton are getting a little too old to handle such a proposition, and they are looking to me—" he paused.
"That situation is no different than it has been," she suggested. "What else?"
Bob laughed.
"You see through me very easily, don't you? Well, the situation is changed. I'm being bribed."
"Bribed!" Amy cried, throwing her head back.
"Extra inducements offered. They make it hard for me to refuse, without seeming positively brutal. They offer me complete charge—to do as I want. I can run the works absolutely according to my own ideas. Don't you see how I am going to hurt them when I refuse under such circumstances?"
"Refuse!" cried Amy. "Refuse! What do you mean!"