'How have you been, son?' he asked.
'Very well, sir . . . Father, I need to borrow five thousand dollars.'
He looked hard at me. 'May I know the reason?' he said
at last.
'I can't tell you, Father. Just lend me the money. Please.'
I felt that he didn't want to refuse, or argue with me. He
wanted to give me the money, but he also wanted to .. . talk.
'Don't they pay you at Jonas and Marsh?'