"Did I leave that there? I'm sorry, I can't let you look at it."
"Sorry. I didn't know."
The young man took the folder and went back to work.
"Do you have a girl?" Mr. Westing asked.
"Too busy."
"Oh." He sipped his drink. "That Harris girl certainly has been holding out, hasn't she?"
"She's a tough one. I've been to see her six times. It's funny, too, because she's so lonely."
"Really?"
"She's too independent. Men don't like her. And she's pretty nice-looking, too. It's a shame she can't act like a woman."
"Yes, I guess it is."