“I can’t be sure.” John looked at her hard and held out his hand. “I say, Babe, let’s shake and be friends--real friends, not friends for show, as we have been lately. I was a goose about the Australian business. Even if Trevelyan had been all right, it was a wildcat scheme. I don’t know what my father wants of me, but I’m hoping it’s help with a business deal of some kind. That will give me an opportunity to show him that I’m not quite so no-account as he thinks, and maybe he’ll give me a good chance next year, if he won’t this. If I should make good with him, will you reconsider?”