"Certainly. And, to my astonishment, he actually came and solicited my advice. 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. His sister's education was essentially the contrary: humours were eradicated before first symptoms became manifest. The moral, mental, and physical drilling and schooling was undertaken and accepted without the slightest hope--and later without the slightest desire--for any relaxation of the rigour when she became of age and mistress of herself. That's the difference: a boy looks forward to the moment when he can flourish his heels and wag his ears and bray; a girl has no such prospect. Gerald has brayed; Eileen never will flourish her heels unless she becomes fashionable after marriage--which isn't very likely--" Nina hesitated, another idea intruding. "By the way, Austin; the Orchil boy--the one in Harvard--proposed to Eileen--the little idiot! She told me--thank goodness! she still does tell me things. Also the younger and chubbier Draymore youth has offered himself--after a killingly proper interview with me. I thought it might amuse you to hear of it." "It might amuse me more if Eileen would get busy and bring Philip into camp," observed her husband. "And why the devil they don't make up their minds to it is beyond me. That brother of yours is the limit sometimes. I'm fond of him--you know it--but he certainly can be the limit sometimes." "Do you know," said Nina, "that I believe he is in love with her?" "Then, why doesn't--"