“But, Paul——”
His hand closed firmly on hers.
“It’s got to be. I’m a man. Don’t you understand?”
She looked up at him with soft, consenting eyes.
“Oh, yes, I understand perfectly. But who is to handle the firm’s money?”
“You, of course,” said Brent. “I always was an idiot with money. I’ll take my share, keep a little pocket money, and put the rest back into the business.”
“Do you understand pigs?” she asked him with quiet irrelevancy.
“I did keep one once.”
“And cows?”
“I dare say I could learn to milk a cow. I’ve studied more difficult things than that.”