I haven't wholly
wasted it." He glanced toward the beggar, who was profoundly
regarding the cathedral clock.
"If you like, I'll get you an interview with dad," she offered
magnanimously.
"Me? No, I thank you," he said crisply. "I'm not patient of
unnecessary red tape."
Miss Brewster looked at him in surprise. It was borne in upon her,
as she looked, that this man was not accustomed to being lightly
regarded by other men, however busy or important; that his own
concerns in life were quite as weighty to him, and in his esteem,
perhaps, to others, as were the interests of any magnate; and
that, man to man, there would be no shyness or indecision or
purposelessness anywhere in his make-up.
"If it was important," she began hesitantly, "my father would be--"
"It was of no importance to me," he cut in. "To others--Perhaps I
could see some one else of your party."
"Well, here I am." She smiled. "Why won't I do?"
Behind the obscuring disks she could feel his glance read her. The
grimness at the mouth's corners relaxed.
"I really don't know why you shouldn't."
"Dad says I'd have made a man of affairs," she remarked.
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