The son suffered the father to reach his climax with smiling patience. When he asked finally, "What are the characteristics of Papa Lapham that place him beyond our jurisdiction?" the younger Corey crossed his long legs, and leaned forward to take one of his knees between his hands.
"Well, sir, he bragged, rather."
"Oh, I don't know that bragging should exempt him from the ordinary processes. I've heard other people brag in Boston."
"Ah, not just in that personal way--not about money."
"No, that was certainly different."
"I don't mean," said the young fellow, with the scrupulosity which people could not help observing and liking in him, "that it was more than an indirect expression of satisfaction in the ability to spend."
"No. I should be glad to express something of the kind myself, if the facts would justify me."
The son smiled tolerantly again. "But if he was enjoying his money in that way, I didn't see why he shouldn't show his pleasure in it. It might have been vulgar, but it wasn't sordid. And I don't know that it was vulgar. Perhaps his successful strokes of business were the romance of his life----"
The father interrupted with a laugh. "The girl must be uncommonly pretty. What did she seem to think of her father's brag?"
"There were two of them," answered the son evasively.