I--I was so amazed, Nina, that I could scarcely credit my own
senses. I managed to say that I'd think it over. Of course he can, if he
chooses, begin everything again and come in with me. Or--if I am
satisfied that he has any ability--he can set up some sort of a
real-estate office on his own hook. I could throw a certain amount of
business in his way--but it's all in the air, yet. I'll see him Monday,
and we'll have another talk. By gad! Nina," he added, with a flush of
half-shy satisfaction on his ruddy face, "it's--it's almost like having
a grown-up son coming bothering me with his affairs; ah--rather
agreeable than otherwise. There's certainly something in that boy.
I--perhaps I have been, at moments, a trifle impatient. But I did not
mean to be. You know that, dear, don't you?"
His wife looked up at her big husband in quiet amusement. "Oh, yes! I
know a little about you," she said, "and a little about Gerald, too. He
is only a masculine edition of Eileen--the irresponsible freedom of life
brought out all his faults at once, like a horrid rash; it's due to the
masculine notion of masculine education.
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