"Something of that sort, I expect. We met in the Argentine."
"Don't tell me he was there on a holiday! That man never took a holiday in his life. Did you ever see such clothes? He looked as though he was on his way to a directors' meeting."
"He was just a younger edition in those days of what he is now. He told me, I remember, that he was the forerunner of 'big business.' Connected with some great exporting house, I think. Details have left my mind. But he impressed me. Kind, full of bluff, pushing, selfish, likable. No real humor. Oh, he can see a joke, but that doesn't always mean humor. No philosophy of life—yet. No sense of values. Values, yes! It's an interesting type. Egotistic. But powerful. I knew he'd get on. We had some long talks, I remember. He liked me for some reason. I was able to do him a good turn, I think, but I forget what it was."
"His æsthetic or beauty-loving side is utterly undeveloped," laughed Judy. "Hence those clothes. He's rather terrible in a way, and yet I dare say I might like him if I knew him better."
"You might," mused Stephen, "you might."
