"Rather more than that."
"Why don't you bring her out?"
"Nobody asked me, sir, she said."
She flashed a smile at him.
"I like your nursery-rhyme way of talking. You are the humanest thing that we have ever had in this house. Mother is a harp of a thousand strings, and Dad is a dynamo. But you are flesh and blood."
"Thank you."
"I wish you'd ask your Evelyn out here, and her friends. For tea and tennis some Saturday afternoon. I want to see you together."
But after she had seen them together, she said, shrewdly, "You are not in love with her."
"I am going to marry her, child. Isn't that proof enough?"
"It isn't any proof at all. The big man is the one who really cares."
