Mrs. Cortlandt smiled. "By-the-way, when are you going into
business with him?" she said.

"I? Oh, not for a long time. You see, I'm so busy I never seem to
have time to work. Work doesn't really appeal to me, anyway. I
suppose if I had to hustle I could, but--what's the use?"

"What is it that keeps you so busy? What are you going to do when
you get back, for instance?"

"Well, I'm going to Ormond for the auto races, and I may enter my
new car. If I don't get hurt in the races I'll take a hunting trip
or two. Then I want to try out an iceboat on the Hudson, and I'll
have to be back in New Haven by the time the baseball squad
limbers up. Oh, I have plenty of work ahead!"

Mrs. Cortlandt let her eyes dwell upon him curiously for a moment;
then she said:

"Have you no ambition?"

"Certainly."

"What is it?"

"Why--" Kirk hesitated. "I can't say right off the reel, but I've
got it--lots of it."

"Is there no--girl, for instance? Have you never been in love?"