“Why do you never meet here, Zachariah? Why must it always be at Caillaud’s?”
“Did you not say that they should not come to this house again?”
“Yes; but I meant I did not want to see them as friends. On business there is no reason why Caillaud should not come.”
“I cannot draw the line.”
“Zachariah, do you mean to call unconverted infidels your friends?”
They were his friends—he felt they were—and they were dear to him; but he was hardly able as yet to confess it, even to himself.
“It will not do,” he said. “Besides, Caillaud will be sure to bring his daughter.”
“She will not be so bold as to come if she is not asked. Do I go with you anywhere except when I am asked?”
“She has always been used to go out with her father wherever he goes. She knows all his affairs, and is very useful to him.”
“So it seems. She must be very useful. Well, if it must be so, and it is on business, invite her too.”