"An office will ruin him. He isn't in the least interested in the things
they do in offices; and he's too high-spirited to settle down to a grind."

"He's like you in spirit, Helen," said Darrow. "What is he interested in?"

"He's interested in you."

"What!" cried Darrow. "Wish it were a family trait."

"He thinks you are wonderful, and he knows all about all your adventures
and voyages with Doctor Schermerhorn. He admires the way you look and act
and talk. I suspect him of trying to imitate you." Helen's eyes gleamed
with amusement.

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Darrow smiled his slow and languid smile.

"The last time I saw Jack he stood six feet and weighed about one hundred
and eight-five pounds," he pointed out.

"The imitation is funny," admitted Helen, "but based on genuine
admiration."

"What do you want me to do with him?" drawled Darrow.

"I thought you could take him in with you; get him started at something
scientific; something that would interest and absorb him, and something
that would not leave all his real energies free for mischief."