"An office will ruin him. He isn't in the least interested in the things they do in offices; and he's too high-spirited to settle down to a grind."
"He's like you in spirit, Helen," said Darrow. "What is he interested in?"
"He's interested in you."
"What!" cried Darrow. "Wish it were a family trait."
"He thinks you are wonderful, and he knows all about all your adventures and voyages with Doctor Schermerhorn. He admires the way you look and act and talk. I suspect him of trying to imitate you." Helen's eyes gleamed with amusement.
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Darrow smiled his slow and languid smile.
"The last time I saw Jack he stood six feet and weighed about one hundred and eight-five pounds," he pointed out.
"The imitation is funny," admitted Helen, "but based on genuine admiration."
"What do you want me to do with him?" drawled Darrow.