Lucy looked at him with grieved wonder. "But you really don't mean to
have any regular business or profession at all?"
"I certainly do not!" George returned promptly and emphatically.
"I was afraid so," she said in a low voice.
George continued to breathe deeply throughout another protracted
interval of silence. Then he said, "I should like to revert to the
questions I was asking you, if you don't mind."
"No, George. I think we'd better--"
"Your father is a business man--"
"He's a mechanical genius," Lucy interrupted quickly. "Of course he's
both. And he was a lawyer once--he's done all sorts of things."
"Very well. I merely wished to ask if it's his influence that makes
you think I ought to 'do' something?"
Lucy frowned slightly. "Why, I suppose almost everything I think or
say must be owing to his influence in one way or another. We haven't
had anybody but each other for so many years, and we always think
about alike, so of course--"
"I see!" And George's brow darkened with resentment.
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