The young man looked towards Mr. Randolph, whose attention was just then taken by somebody who had come to him on business. He waited.
"Won't you sit down, Mr. Dinwiddie?" said Daisy.
"I must go."
"But I want to ask you a question, sir."
Mr. Dinwiddie sat down.
"Mr. Dinwiddie," said Daisy with a grave face, "what are my talents?"
"What is the question, Daisy? I do not understand."
"You know, sir—one servant had ten and another had five. What are my talents?"
"I do not know."
"But how can I tell, Mr. Dinwiddie?"