If Tom and Maria want to rent the house next year
they can have it but I'll not live there. I'll not be 'held up' any longer.
I'll stand on my own feet--in other words get a job. No--I've some loose
money, I'll start in business."
"Good for you. Perhaps dad'll let me go in with you. Don't imagine I don't
get sick of my racketing life; and when I have a spasm of reform I nearly
take seriously to drink, I'm so bored. Would you have me for partner?"
"Wouldn't I? That is if you would be serious about it. I am, let me tell
you. The whole family can perform suttee for all I care. I'm going to do
something that will give me a place in the main stream of life."
"Trust me. I have been considering Bob's fifteenth proposal--Mr. Cheever
has promised him a full partnership the day he marries, and it wouldn't
be so bad. Bobby is a good sport, and we'd live the out-door life at
Burlingame instead of the in--sports...tournaments...polo...cut out
dissipation. We've both really had enough of it. But I believe business
would be more interesting. After all that's what you marry for unless you
want children--which I don't--to be interested. What'll we be? Decorators?"
"I suppose so. But all this has only just come to a head, although I know
now that it has been slowly gathering force in my deepest deeps. If we do
I'll take Alice on. She's sick of the game too and she has simply ripping
ideas.
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