There must be an understanding sooner or later.

Why not now?
"The truth is, sir," he began timidly, "I'd like a little talk with you now, if you can spare the time." Ryder, Sr., looked first at his watch and then at his son, who, ill at ease, sat nervously on the extreme edge of a chair.

Then he said with a smile: "Well, my boy, to be perfectly frank, I can't--but--I will.
Come, what is it ?" Then, as if to apologize for his previous abruptness, he added, "I've had a very busy day, Jeff.

What with Trans-Continental and Trans-Atlantic and Southern Pacific, and Wall Street, and Rate Bills, and Washington I feel like Atlas shouldering the world." "The world wasn't intended for one pair of shoulders to carry, sir," rejoined Jefferson calmly.
His father looked at him in amazement.

It was something new to hear anyone venturing to question or comment upon anything he said.
"Why not ?" he demanded, when he had recovered from his surprise.
"Julius Caesar carried it.