mind is filled with premonitions by the first part of his statement.]
Andrew—It would be a good idea if Rob could pull out of here—get a job in town on a newspaper, or something connected with writing—and this plan of mine’d give him a chance.
Ruth—[Vaguely.] He’s always wanted to get away. [Suspiciously.] Why do you want to hire a man to oversee things? Seems as if now that you’re back it wouldn’t be needful.
Andrew—Oh, of course I’ll attend to everything while I’m here. I mean after I’m gone.
Ruth—[As if she couldn’t believe her ears.] Gone!
Andrew—Yes. When I leave for the Argentine again.
Ruth—[Aghast.] You’re going away to sea again!
Andrew—Not to sea, no; I’m through with the sea for good as a job. I’m going down to Buenos Aires to get in the grain business.
Ruth—But—that’s way far off—isn’t it?
Andrew—[Easily.] Six thousand miles more or less. It’s quite a trip. [With enthusiasm.] I’ve got a peach of a chance down there, Ruth. Ask Rob if I haven’t. I’ve just been telling him all about it. I won’t bother you by repeating. Rob can tell you.
Ruth—[A flush of anger coming over her face.] And didn’t he try to stop you from going?
Andrew—[In surprise.] No, of course not. Why?
