Fanny had never been lacking in curiosity, and, since her
brother's death, this quality was more than ever alert. The fact that
George had spent all the evenings of the past week at home had not
been lost upon her, nor had she failed to ascertain, by diplomatic
inquiries, that since the day of the visit to Eugene's shops George
had gone driving alone.
At the dinner-table she continued to observe him, sidelong; and toward
the conclusion of the meal she was not startled by an episode which
brought discomfort to the others. After the arrival of coffee the
Major was rallying Eugene upon some rival automobile shops lately
built in a suburb, and already promising to flourish.
"I suppose they'll either drive you out of the business," said the old
gentleman, "or else the two of you'll drive all the rest of us off the
streets."
"If we do, we'll even things up by making the streets five or ten
times as long as they are now," Eugene returned.
"How do you propose to do that?"
"It isn't the distance from the center of a town that counts," said
Eugene; "it's the time it takes to get there.
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