troubles are over, as I said. And my uncle is going to take me into the firm." He poured it out in a joyful, tumultuous flood into her unbelieving ears that were finally forced to believe.
Suddenly she burst into tears, to his astonishment, half laughing, almost hysterical. He tried helplessly to understand and comfort her.
"This is a fine way to take my news," he protested. She clung close to him, apologizing brokenly, "I am crying because I am so happy—happy."
Poor boy, this was what he had been working for all these months. And she had put every impediment in his way. He had gone right on slaving for her. And unconsciously he had solved all their problems. Why, he had opened a way out as broad and clear as sunlight. She would write a check from her own check-book for five thousand dollars and dash over with it to Rao-Singh and the world would all seem bright again.
Dudley was going right on making plans without noticing she wasn't listening. "I want you to let me pay everything it has cost you to lease this place and run it," he said earnestly. "And then we'll start on a new basis. After Labor Day we'll move into a new apartment on the Drive and we'll start an entirely new
