"
He threw back his head for one of his sustained laughs.
"It's horrid of me to belittle him. Let me explain further."
"Lord! you don't need to. I know everything about him there is to know.
A fine, hefty truck horse trying to do teamwork with a red-nostriled
filly."
"I--I think that's it--I've never been able to get it across to anyone
before, but--"
"He was just cast wrong. That's all there is to be said against the
chap. Right?"
"Exactly."
"I understand. In a way I'm in a similar position with my own brother.
Only, I've stuck it out because it was my mother's great wish to see us
get on together. After what you have observed these years, particularly
to-day, none of this can be particularly new to you."
"I've noticed, of course, you--you're different."
"It is the little things about Robert I cannot swallow. Never could. He
is the better business man and keeps my head out of the clouds, but many
a time I've wanted to duck these years of apprenticeship and produce the
things I believe in. I will some day, but that is another story. Robert
has vision. His sense of land and theater values is unfailing.
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