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"Something like that," he responded, with miraculous frankness for a
Foote.
"Just because they want us to we don't have to do it," she said,
reassuringly.
"I suppose not."
"Suppose?"
"I'm a Foote, you know, Bonbright Foote VII. I do things I'm told to
do. The last six generations have planned it all out for me. ... We
do things according to inherited schedules. ... Probably it sounds
funny to you, but you haven't any idea what pressure six generations
can bring to bear." He was talking jerkily, under stress of emotion.
He had never opened his mouth on this subject to a human being
before, had not believed it possible to be on such terms with anybody
as to permit him to unbosom himself. Yet here he was, baring his woes
to a girl he had known but an hour.
"Of course," she said, with her soft, throaty chuckle, "if you really
feel you have to. ... But I haven't any six generations forcing ME.
Or do you think yours will take me in hand?"
"It isn't a joke to me," he said.


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