"I don't know," Peter said.
Lexington leaned back. "That's quite a lot of admissions you've made. What makes you think you're qualified for the job I'm offering?"
"You said you wanted an engineer."
"And I've just proved you're less of an engineer than when you left school. I have, haven't I?"
"All right, you have," Peter said angrily.
"And now you're wondering why I don't get somebody fresh out of school. Right?"
Peter straightened up and met the old man's challenging gaze. "That and whether you're giving me a hard time just for the hell of it."
"Well, am I?" Lexington demanded.
Looking at him squarely, seeing the intensity of the pain-drawn eyes, Peter had the startling feeling that Lexington was rooting for him! "No, you're not."
"Then what am I after?"